The Blonde and the Bootlegger: A Percy Jackson story

Notre Dame de Quebec

Percy P.O.V

I asked the front desk to give me a wake-up call at six o'clock, so I could get my morning swim in. On an ideal day, I would be able to go for a swim once in the morning, and once in the evening.
The pool at the Chateau Frontenac was too small and shallow to do proper laps but it was better than nothing.

Swimming came naturally to me; I always felt more myself in the water.
When I finished my morning swim, I returned to our room. Annabeth was still in bed.

"Percy," She said in a low, groggy voice that seemed to come out of her nose, "You're up already?"
"I've been up for a couple of hours," I answered, "I went for a swim. So what's on the schedule for today, Anna-Bête?"
A couple of days earlier, the four of us had gone to see a stage production of Beauty and the Beast at the Capitole de Québec theater. It was pretty good, except that I couldn't understand a word of it. Annabeth explained to me that Beauty and the Beast in French is La Belle et La Bête, so I started calling her Anna-Bête.
Annabeth yawned and stretched like a cat across the bed.
"We're meeting Piper and Jason at Place Dufferin for breakfast at nine," she said, "We're going to plan our day from there."
She wrapped herself in the top sheet and slid off of the mattress and over to a taupe colored settee by the window.