Annabeth sat at the edge of the Dining Pavilion and watched the sun set. It hadn't been long since they'd come back to Camp and defeated Gaea. She sighed, then turned around when she heard footsteps.

"Hey Wise Girl," Percy said, sitting next to her. He pulled out a cupcake with an owl iced on it and a candle and handed it to her.

"Since we were in Tartarus at the time... Happy Birthday."

Annabeth took it and asked, "Did you make this?"

"Yeah. It took forever to get the owl right," he said sheepishly.

"Thanks."

She thought, then blew out the candle. They cut it in half and shared, eating with their fingers.

"I love you," he said, kissing her.

They heard, "Déjà vu, much?" as they were ambushed by their friends, carried to the canoe lake, and tossed in.

"I'd have to agree with them," Annabeth said inside their bubble of air.

"Whatever. Happy Birthday."