He shook his head. Okay, most kids would kill for the chance to cure something like Dyslexia or ADHD, but Percy isn't the average kid. "Nope," he says with one of his cheeky grins. "I can heal most of my injuries by dousing myself with water." And not just the burns. He rubs at his stomach, since he and Annabeth returned to the Argos II, they've used ambrosia to reverse the pain from ingesting fire from Tartarus itself.

"Or I have some ambrosia." Not the custard. Shops would make a killing if they could sell it as actual healing food.