He gave her a blank stare as she went about trying to explain the word, circumstance. It wasn't registering. Rather his mind quickly jumped to the next topic.

"Why does he not like his tail?" Percy asked his curiosity peaking as his imagination seemed to run off with him. Then there was the bit about cobbler. "Why do deserts make shoes?" Meaning to say dessert of course, but ah the English language is frustratingly difficult for a boy his age.

His tumble of questions eased however as his mind wondered once again when the maid came, and then there was silence. If one turned to look at where the boy had been standing they would find a vacant spot, but time quickly told where he had gone off to. In fact his head was under the maid's skirt. "Mommy Mommy she has on the same cloth you have on underneath!" Thankfully he couldn't see as far as the crotch what with the numerous layers and the lack of thigh gap possessed by the maid. Still it wouldn't do for him to go poking his head up ladies' skirts.