Tomato squinted at the chopping board computer. "Hmm. I might have to stop splurging on coffee for a bit, but otherwise, that sounds great!" After all, being sleepy in the morning was a small price to pay for better powers. She shouldered her backpack. "What time does our train leave? Should I call a Tuber to get us to the station?"
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune
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