But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Quintus kept rattling off the names until he said, “Percy Jackson with Annabeth Chase.” "Nice." I grinned at Annabeth. "Your armor is crooked" was her only comment, and she redid my straps for me. -page 53, The Battle of the Labyrinth