The look Nico flashes her is partly horrified, partly offended. It hasn't even been a year and the Doors of Death are already messed up again? All the crap he went through to find them, all the crap everyone went through to close them—honestly he wants a nap.

Three naps? Five naps.

And a raise. Nico rubs his forehead, thinks dad, why? probably too aggressively for someone whose father can just hear the prayers directed at him, and retrieves a second Twinkie from the box. "What? What does that mean?"