[Percy got here straight from work, judging from the slightly frazzled look in his eye and the soot stains on his clothes. He holds up a paper bag with the name of a lovely bakery emblazoned across the front.]

Croissants and bear claws.

[Holding out the other bag.]

The finest Chardonnay I could buy, aged in oak barrels.

[And he's going to kind of fold down on the couch next to her and hold out his own file.]

We're going to need it, because I took this file out of the Asgard library, and it's a very infuriating, very enraging read.