Jason's favorite chore out of all of them had to be strawberry picking. It wasn't hard to do, he could always fill three baskets and still have a lot of free time after.

Whether you shared a block of strawberry picking or he just brought you fresh ones later, being around them reminded him of you.

The strawberries at Camp Half Blood were the sweetest he's known, like you (he's a true sap at his core,) and they were your favorite.

"Is this the real reason you brought the water, mea caelum?" He laughs, taking the bottle from your hands. Oh how easy it was to forget he spoke Latin, how easy it was to get any sane person's heart racing.

Jason pulls a strawberry from the bed, dousing it in water to clean it as you intended.

Six baskets of strawberries surrounded you, all with in a good day's work. Luckily, with the slightest use of Jason's powers, the work wasn't heavy on on either of yours parts.

He raised the strawberry to your mouth, offering you to bite from it. "For you," he smiles, in true gentleman fashion.

Gentleman, truly.

The strawberry beds were vast enough that no one could see the two of you slacking off, not that he'd call it anything but a "well earned break."

If Jason Grace loved anything, it was his free time with you─you being the only thing he loved more than that.