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Leo drummed his fingers. Great. I should have installed a smoke screen that makes the ship smell like a giant chicken nugget. Remind me to invent that, next time.” Hazel frowned. What is a chicken nugget?” Oh, man…” Leo shook his head in amazement. That's right. You’ve missed the last, like, seventy years. Well, my apprentice, a chicken nugget—” Doesn’t matter,” Annabeth interrupted.