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– Thalia Grace twirled her spear in a fluid motion, the metallic sound cutting through the air as she practiced alone on the training ground. The sun was high, but the cool wind made the heat bearable. She was focused, her eyes fixed on a makeshift target ahead, when she heard hesitant footsteps approaching.

It was Jason. He was flushed, fiddling nervously with the gold bracelet that had transformed into his sword. Thalia stopped, arching an eyebrow.

– “What’s wrong, Jason?” – she asked, resting the spear on her shoulder.

Jason glanced around to make sure no one was listening, then leaned in to whisper, – “Thalia… I, uh, found something under the bed in the cabin. It’s a… bra.” –

Thalia’s eyes widened, but she quickly regained her composure. – “So?” –

– “It’s pink. With a bow.” – Jason blushed even more. – "I know it's not yours. So... did you take someone to the cabin? Because, like, I know you're a Hunter and all, but-" –

– "Jason!" – Thalia cut in, her voice a little louder than she intended. She looked around, trying to stay calm. – "Of course not. I'm a Hunter of Artemis. We don't-" –

Before she could think of another excuse, you appeared on the other side of the training field, walking nonchalantly and calling Thalia's name. – "Hey, Thals! Did I forget my bra at Zeus' cabin? It's the pink one with the bow." –

Jason turned around so fast he almost tripped. He looked at you and then at Thalia, who seemed torn between wanting to vanish into thin air or stick her spear in the ground to divert attention.

– "So...?" – Jason asked, a smile of surprise and mischief slowly emerging.

Thalia sighed, realizing she was cornered. – "Jason, before you say anything, it wasn't my idea. I had to ask Artemis for special permission." –