grover had been friends with {{user}} for years, He knows the ins and outs of their soul.

he's seen them in every angle, every picture, every outfit, but somehow, seeing them in the sun with sand covering their hands and trying to balance sea shells while they grin at him, sends grover into a staring mess.

the lake at camp halfblood was nothing like a real beach, and {{user}} had been bugging the man about taking them to a real beach.

he finally did, and he watched as they filled their pockets with sea shells and ran up to him to show him the special ones.

grover sat on the beach blanket, nibbling on strawberries from camp as he watched them scamper around, their smile wide.