[ Huh. That was easier than Nico thought it would be. Definitely one of the kids from the Hecate cabin, and nobody’s upset. He’ll have to remember Serrure. She’s okay. ]

Then how would I have room to eat this … food?

[ He indicates the plate that the teacher had left for him, dominated by its square of depressed-looking cafeteria “pizza” and bowl of ranch dressing which may or may not have lettuce-and-tomato salad underneath.

There’s a YooHoo box though. Nico starts freeing the straw to drink it. ]

The first tray was better, and this is how you know pudding cups are the upper echelon of lunch. The teacher didn’t give me another one.