Everyone was supposed to be asleep, so they were fit the next morning. Percy had rolled over with his blanket, Annabeth was lying face-down beside him, and the fire had burned down to glowing embers.

You caught Grover shifting, trying to be sneaky. He dug into his pack and pulled out something wrapped in cloth. When he unwrapped it, the smell hit you first. Something sweet, definitely not standard camp food. He probably got it at some gas station mid mission.

He froze when he noticed you watching. His eyes went wide, caught like he’d just been busted for stealing from the gods themselves. Then, sheepishly, he grinned and held it out across the dark space between you.

“Don’t tell them,” he whispered, offering you half. “Figured we deserved something better tonight.”