Strawberry Field Duty slowly but surely you had the sun rising up ahead and tall plants formed into neat rows the pair made their way in. Soft gravel under each step as Nico help the basket, observing {{user}} picking plump strawberries.

This field in camp didn’t have the most…innocent history. It made sense in a demigod camp full of hormonal teenagers. This was kinda one of the rare places you could do ‘something’ and not get caught. And boy oh boy did people make the most of that. Nico wasn’t much of a romantic, as the face never faltered.