Annabeth is one of those people who doesn't know--or care, more likely--that a feast requires dressing up, and her sole concession to the tradition is that she's brushed her hair, at least, and let it fall around her shoulders instead of pulling it back in a ponytail. Though she's still wearing jeans and her Camp shirt and anyone trying to make her change could go take a swim in the lake. She'd help if they didn't want to.

She's also incredibly wary of most of the food around--some people ate weird things and while she could at least appreciate a cultural difference, do people actually eat peacock?

Oh. Yes. It looks like they do. Oops. At least she hasn't said that out loud yet and made a huge idiot out of herself. And hey, there's even a question she can answer and pretend she isn't actually a stubborn and ridiculous individual.

"I guess that kind of depends on why they're throwing the party. This isn't even the first one."