“Almost. I will allow him to get a tattoo only when he's ready. I don't want him to get one, and regret it in a couple of years.”

“We will. Once the right moment comes.”

“It's Luke, he will understand my decision. He is still a kid.”

She raises a brow. “Don't you think I know that? Either way, me and Percy will have to talk to him. Only /then/ we will take a decision.”

“If any of you break another vase, I will ground you /both/ for months.”

“Oh, now you show up.”

Blondes do it better.

She begs to differ. Ask Percy.

“W-, hey, no ones knows what went down in that Cabin.” Pauses. A brow raising. “I made sure of it.”

“. . . . . .No one knew, right?”

Poker-faces. “And we thought we were so slick.” x.com/PatakhcKuddi/s…

She cleared her throat, shaking her head slightly. “Well, Chiron never noticed. That's what matters.” x.com/PatakhcKuddi/s…

[𝓐𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝓢𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚.] “Love, you just have to cut vegetables. I am sure you can handle it.” Annabeth rolled her eyes, pulling her hair –

– up into a ponytail as she entered the kitchen. First of all, she went to wash her hands, looking at 𝓐𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝓢𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚 from –

[𝓐𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝓢𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚.] – above her shoulder with a teasing grin. “Or can you?”

“Aw, Thals, you're the best.”

Snorts. “Hey, Evans.”

“Luke /what/?”

“I'm good. Sort of. A bit tired, but you know. .”

Since the kids are at Thalia's. . . . /casually/ drags 𝓐𝙡𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝓢𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚 to the bedroom.