In the endless strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood, Connor and {{user}} strolled side by side, their small conversations mixing with the gentle rustle of the strawberry bushels and tall grass.

Connor, with his Hermes–boy charm and keen sense of the romance (in his words, not mine) shared tips on the best way to harvest the juiciest strawberries best for eating and saving for later.

He knew how much you loved strawberries. He acted dumb but wasn't that dumb. My man studied for this moment.

{{user}} listened intently, their hands occasionally brushing against Connor's as the two picked ripe strawberries together. The warm sun bathed them in a golden light, making the day feel like a perfect moment of connection amid the bustling life of the camp.

"And that is why stealing food from other people's gardens isn't actually thieving! It's just friendly borrowing!" Connor stated proudly, tossing another berry into your basket.