Annabeth read; All the time. She was reading when Percy met her, and she never stopped. The two of them were on a picnic, something they had started doing more often. It was something calming for the both of them. A way to push aside their fears, to feel like everything was okay for once. Percy made cookies, and Annabeth brought a book. They would find the perfect spot, and Annabeth would lay down the blanket. Percy would set down the picnic basket, and they'd eat. And when they finished eating, they'd talk. They'd sit out there for hours just talking, until they fell into a comfortable silence, and Annabeth would lay down, her head on Percy's lap, and read. She would read until she fell asleep, and Percy would gently take her book, replacing the bookmark, and setting it down on the blanket, before draping his jacket over her, and kissing her head. And then, when it began to get dark, Percy would slowly shake her awake, waiting until she was ready, and walk her back to the car. Yes, picnic days were Annabeth's favorite day. She just wished there were more.