Of Walks in the Park and Trees
'Twas a odd November day. The sun was shining brightly, there was just the right amount of clouds, and it looked like a preschooler had dumped a whole bottle of bright blue paint on the sky. The wind blew gently, only slightly chilling passerby, but managed to blow the cap off a certain green-eyed boy with messy black hair. With honed reflexes he caught the cap, which slightly impressed the person walking next him, even though her nose was buried in a book. Ahh, let's listen in on their conversation from this point onward, hmm?
"Wow, that was some catch, Percy," Annabeth said, "You even managed to put it on your head the right way."
Percy, who only just noticed that Annabeth was reading her book, looked at her with an eyebrow raised. "How did you see that? You're reading a book!"
"Percy, you should know that I have special powers that allow me to see everything that goes on around me…Athena's gift." Annabeth replied, nonchalantly.
"…You do?" Percy questioned, with an eager look in his eyes.
"Yeah, it's called peripheral vision." The gray eyed daughter of Athena pointed out.
And so, they walked to the park, where Percy started to tell really lame jokes.