Annabeth decided to take that as a green light. “Okay, Leo. What kind of decoy are we talking about?”
“I’m so glad you asked!” He punched a few buttons on the console, rotated the turntable, and repeatedly pressed the A button on his Wii controller really, really fast. He called into the intercom, “Buford? Report for duty, please.”
Frank took a step back. “There’s somebody else on the ship? Who is Buford?”
A puff of steam shot from the stairwell, and Leo’s automatic table climbed on deck.
Annabeth hadn’t seen much of Buford during the trip. He mostly stayed in the engine room. (Leo insisted that Buford had a secret crush on the engine.) He was a three-legged table with a mahogany top. His bronze base had several drawers, spinning gears, and a set of steam vents. Buford was toting a bag like a mail sack tied to one of his legs. He clattered to the helm and made a sound like a train whistle.
“This is Buford,” Leo announced.
“You name your furniture?” Frank asked.
Leo snorted. “Man, you just wish you had furniture this cool. Buford, are you ready for Operation End Table?”
Buford spewed steam. He stepped to the railing. His mahogany top split into four pie slices, which elongated into wooden blades. The blades spun, and Buford took off.
“A helicopter table,” Percy muttered. “Gotta admit, that’s cool. What’s in the bag?”
“Dirty demigod laundry,” Leo said. “I hope you don’t mind, Frank.”
Frank choked. “What?”
“It’ll throw the eagles off our scent.”
“Those were my only extra pants!”
Leo shrugged. “I asked Buford to get them laundered and folded while he’s out. Hopefully he will.” He rubbed his hands and grinned. “Well! I call that a good day’s work. I’m gonna calculate our detour route now. See you all at dinner!”

The Mark of Athena, Chapter XVII