Instead of screaming to the boy that no, she wasn't detective of the year, and she hoped that Dionysus would choke on his megaphone, Vic instead ran her fingers through her platinum blonde hair. 

She closed her eyes, and said her next words a bit louder than her last. "Well, if Pyro Kid had shit to do with it, excuse my language, then Dinoysus - Excuse me, Dionysus obviously ate it. He looks like a Aardonyx to me sometimes. Possibly the first to eat a fleece, and to be a Greek god."

Trying her best to take the situation seriously, that one part awoke inside of her saying, 'Good'. Who would leave the most important thing in the camp unprotected? Who would do that? Seriously? While they were off at some lousy chariot race, they could care less about the tree. No - the camp. 

[i]But nope, Camp Half-Blood is extra safe![/i] She thought to herself.