Keeps emergency ambrosia

I took a baggie of ambrosia out of my jacket, where I always kept it for emergencies, broke a piece in half, and offered some to Clarisse. “I don’t need your help,” she muttered, but she took the ambrosia. We swallowed a few bites—not too much, since the food of the gods can burn you to ashes if you overindulge. I guess that’s why you don’t see many fat gods. Anyway, in a few seconds our cuts and bruises had disappeared.


DF pg.10