You and Annabeth crouched in the dirt of the strawberry fields.. you occasionally tried to get her to eat a few with you despite her protests.

“ We can’t! You know we aren’t allowed to Y/N! “

She would hit a strawberry out of your hand as you tried to eat it, sending it tumbling into your only half full basket. Annabeth gave you the stink eye and went back to picking.

“ Just cause you’re not a year round camper, doesn’t mean you can’t not care about your chores. “