[ percy has to crack a smile. he's more than familiar with needing to take public transportation (or any...transportation...) for quests, though the mention of bus lines makes him reflexively flash back to when he was twelve and zeus destroyed their bus with a lightning bolt...after hades sent the furies to harass him, grover, and annabeth.

his uncles are real loving like that.

he breathes out, wondering how much of the truth he wants to give. peter's being more than forthcoming, but force of habit keeps percy from sharing everything just yet. ]

Uh, honestly? [ he shrugs; and his answer is honest. ] Someone stole Zeus's master bolt when I was twelve, and I got framed for it. Turned out that same person also stole Hades's Helm of Darkness. Three guesses who he blamed.

[ percy's wry smile is probably enough of an indicator. ]

I had to go on a quest to get them both back before the gods started an all-out war that could've destroyed the world.

[ he speaks so casually he could be discussing the weather, not an averted apocalypse. but that was five years and two wars ago, an entire lifetime, and in retrospect his problems back then seem so small. he'd barely known who he was, let alone kronos or gaea or anything that came after. ]