Pragya

“Well,” I said, “you obviously have some power. You chased off those hooligans with rotten fruit. Perhaps you have banana-kinesis? Or you can control garbage? I once knew a Roman goddess, Cloacina, who presided over the city’s sewer system. Perhaps you’re related…?”

Meg pouted. I got the impression I might have said something wrong, though I couldn’t imagine what.”
― Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle

“Meg looked at me with something resembling respect. “What did you do to them?”

“Nothing,” I said. “Half the trick to being a god is knowing how to bluff.”
― Rick Riordan, The Hidden Oracle

“You can’t read ancient Greek?” I asked.
“And you can’t tell a strawberry from a yam,” she retorted.”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze

“Unbelievable," I murmured. "After four thousand years, I am still discovering new things."
"Like how dumb you are," Meg volunteered.
"No."
"So you already knew that?”
― Rick Riordan, The Burning Maze