Annabeth chuckled at him then said, "Well, welcome to our portable home. Want something to eat or drink?" Dianna walked over to the chest and grabbed the beer bottle chugging some of it down.
	"This thing," she said lightly kicking the chest hoping she doesn't knock over the water bottle that was still on there, "holds a bunch of food and drinks we save up for if we need anything." Dianna looked at the beer bottle waving it around in circles with loud splashing sounds being heard from inside.