That logic is barely logic, and Vex is sure Percy would never have found the courage to put it forward so confidently if he were sober. It's patently ridiculous—so absurd that it borders on funny.

It may even cross the line.

Vex looks at him for a long moment before she responds, a series of expressions slipping across her angular features: first bafflement, then skepticism, then something like amusement, and finally a certain guarded interest.

"I just got that couch," she says, hazel eyes meeting Percy's. "Do you think you can make it back up stairs?"