"They’re not gonna like it," Grover warned. "They’ll think you’re impertinent."
I poured some golden drachmas in the pouch. As soon as I closed it, there was a sound like a cash register. The packcage floated off the table and then disappeared with a pop!
“I am impertinent.” I said.
This is a Rick Riordan appreciation post because we have literally gotten a new book from him once a year for the last 4 years!