All right. Here is chapter three: my attempt at Jasper fluff! I had one reviewer say there was too much fluff and another say there wasn't enough, so…yeah. This is my trying to find a balance between the two.

In response to theharshcritic: Yeah, you have a point. But this never was meant to be an ongoing story with actual plot; it was my first attempt at fanfiction and I just felt like writing something sappy where there are no monsters or dying. So, not very PJO, but hopefully it will get better. Also, I'm definitely focusing more on my other story right now, so this one has kinda taken the backseat. Thank you for taking the time to review and read! I appreciate it. J

I also wanted to apologize for the mistakes that I found in the last chapter: Byt is By, ther is their, and priveliges is supposed to be spelled privileges. SORRY!

Anyone who reads: the chapters are in no particular chronological order. They're all mostly random and generally unconnected. Enjoy! Oh, and I might give some chapters names. Maybe.

Rae's Birthday (or, Rae Steals a Cake)

Piper, Jason, Tristan, Kira, Owen, and Rae were driving along the street. It was Rae's eighth birthday, and they were celebrating with a picnic in the park, in the mortal world.

"Now, Kira, don't charmspeak," warned Piper, slipping a bit of charmspeak into her voice so her kids would listen. "Tristan, don't spark Grandpa when you hug him, that goes for you, too, Jason," with a mock warning look on her face as she gave her husband a wry smile. "Owen," she continued, "I'm sure you'll be perfect, but just in case, don't fool around with anything metal. We can't have you electrocuting innocent passerby. And Rae, do not try to steal the knife. It's for cutting cake, not stabbing people!"

Rae gave her mother a sweet, gap-toothed smile. "Okay, Mommy," she lisped. "I'll be good for thure. All day long! Daddy, will you puth me on the thwings?"

Jason gave a lopsided grin. "Sure, birthday girl."

When they arrived at the park, they spotted an elderly man sitting on a picnic blanket. Though his hair was white and he had countless wrinkles, he still was devastatingly handsome. He had straight, shiny teeth, good physique, and his eyes sparkled with amusement.

Rae jumped out of the car first. "Hi, Grandpa!" she yelled. "With me a happy birthday!"*

Tristan climbed out next. "Hey, Pop," he called confidently. "Did you hear I got the lead in the school play? You can just call me Romeo!" He struck a ridiculous pose and the family laughed.

Owen shyly hopped out. "Hi," he said softly. He walked slowly over to his grandfather and sat on the blanket next to him, observing a bird that was building its nest in a nearby tree.

Kira jumped out last, but instead of landing she hovered a few inches off the ground and swooped over the trees with a whoop. "Hey Gramps," she yelled. "I learned how to ahhhhhh!"

Everyone burst into laughter as Kira free-fell towards the ground. Piper ran over and helped her up. "Ouch," grumbled Kira.

"Honey," Piper chastised her daughter. "You can't fly here. Someone will see you." She looked around furtively, but the only witnesses were a few cows in a nearby meadow.

The family cut Rae's cake, she managed to steal the dagger, and then she proceeded to promptly 1) learn how to fly, 2) steal the cake, and 3) fly away. After a few moments there was a scream, a loud thunk, and a string of curses an eight-year-old definitely should not know. When the family found her, she was covered in cake and didn't look so happy.

"Happy birthday, Rae," Kira said gleefully. Even Owen couldn't help but laugh at the sight of a pink-and-green Rae, scowling and attracting flies.

That was the end of Rae's cake-stealing career. And Piper certainly had a lot to say to Leo about his language. And a lot to say to Percy about his translations of Arion's language. Then Annabeth and Calypso joined the yelling, causing Percy to seek refuge at the bottom of the lake and Leo to barricade himself in Bunker Nine.

Rae had never laughed so hard in her life. And that was the most eventful birthday she ever had (overshadowed only by the time Leo set her cake on fire—but that was another story.)

*When Rae says "With me a happy birthday" she's actually saying "Wish me a happy birthday", but because of her lisp, I imagined it would sound differently.

Also, I just thought Piper would have told her dad about her demigod-ness. Perhaps that doesn't make sense, but I put Tristan McLean into the story, then thought of this, so I just left it. I hope that doesn't ruin anything big, I guess it doesn't fit with his character in Lost Hero, but, yeah.

Hope you liked it! As always, reviews are awesome. Thank you, my wonderful readers! Cheers!