"Hmmm..." Drumming his fingers briefly, Lucas mentally chews on all of that for a few moments before the waiter shows up. Sitting back affords him a brief time longer to puzzle over Klement's words and demeanor.

"So when you collect these things, where do you take them? Don't tell me there's a giant warehouse somewhere with all sorts of kooky stuff?" If so, please take him because that sounds amazing.

"You teach other demigods how to do what you do, you mean? Or am I missing the point?" And what kind of tests? Lucas bites the question back, for now, feeling like he's throwing a bunch in Klement's direction at once.