"What is this place?"
"It's Camp Half-Blood."
"What is a half blood?"
"You'll find out tonight."
"Uhh... what is that?"
"That's Chiron, our camp counselor."
"He.. He's a horse."
"Actually, he's a centaur. Half man, half horse."
"Ok, why am I here."
"Your mom or dad is a god. Or goddess."
"Whatever."
-tonight, at the campfire-
So, I guess this Chiron guy is giving a speech about me, but I'm not listening.
"Tiffany, come up here to claim your godly parentage."
"Ok"
- a few minutes later-
"You, Tiffany Gonzalez, are the daughter of........."