To Lyger 0: It didn't necessarily lose its charge after empowering the Olympiad…

"We have to thank Dimitrios for the recommendation!"

Adrien smiled, nodding his agreement, and took another bite of his moussaka. Turning slightly in his chair, he looked around the patio, taking in the traditional décor before focusing his attention back on the radiant woman sitting across from him and sipping a cup of tea. On the table between them sat a dessert menu, though still untouched – Dimitrios had suggested the ekmek kataifi. "Nino mentioned that Greek place near their apartment that they really enjoy, though I never actually tried it. Maybe when we get back…"

Marinette hummed, leaning back in her seat and setting down her teacup. They had chosen an outdoor table at the small family-owned restaurant about halfway between the University of Athens and their hotel. This late in the evening, just before sunset, the patio seemed to glow, lit up by the setting sun, giving them a clear view of the distant Acropolis overlooking the city, framing the sunset. But the beauty of the city paled in comparison to the beauty of his bride. Sighing, she took another small bite of her own meal, resting her free hand on the table. Adrien reached across the table to take Marinette's hand, pulling her gaze focus to him, and stared transfixed into her eyes. A light dusting of pink colored her cheeks. "You know, you're going to make it hard for me to finish eating, if you keep staring like that," she murmured, squeezing his hand.

He quirked an eyebrow at her. "Well, we can't have that, can we?" His eyes flashed. "We need to finish soon; there are some… other activities we're planning for tonight, after all…" he added, his voice taking on a husky tone.

She raised an eyebrow, leaning forward so their faces were almost touching, and took both his hands in hers. "Oh? And what 'activities' are those?"

Adrien grinned, wagging his eyebrows and rubbing circles on the backs of her hands with his thumbs before bringing them to his lips and kissing her knuckles. "Oh, I could think of something…"

Marinette's cheeks turned an even deeper crimson, and her breathing hitched. "I think I know exactly what you mean," Marinette whispered, leaning in closer, so only a hair's breadth separated their lips. Adrien started to move, just as she sat back, grinning excitedly. "We absolutely need to go up to the Acropolis this evening!" she announced, taking one hand out of his and gesturing off toward the distant hill. "The sunset here is so beautiful – just look at those colors! And that's only on this side; where the sunset is hitting the marble… it's got to be absolutely incredible! Just imagine that pattern and those colors for a women's business suit. Maybe one with a skirt – vertical lines are really slimming. I think marble with a hint of color for the suit jacket and skirt, but paired with a brighter blouse to accent the reds and oranges. Oh! Or what about–"

As she continued to gesture, Adrien held her other hand gently and squeezed it, listening calmly as she talked animatedly about fashion. He smiled fondly. Every time she traveled somewhere, it seemed that she returned with a whole new plan for an entire line of clothing to feature the local culture, or architecture, or wildlife or…

Agreste's travel budget had nearly tripled since Marinette had begun designing her own label, but the sales had more than compensated. Adrien's new favorite business meetings were with the company travel agent, planning their trip to the Caribbean for the winter!

It was funny: Adrien had grown up around fashion all of his life. He had listened to his father argue with other designers and with seamstresses and alteration specialists and photographers – often speaking as though Adrien himself weren't present. However, until meeting Marinette, he had tried his hardest to tune out those conversations. After living on-set for years, he had absorbed enough of those conversations to understand everything there was to know about fashion from a practical and business standpoint. But the fact was, he didn't enjoy talking about any of it – not the way Marinette did. She ate, slept, and breathed fashion. She knew the trends – she could even predict what the next trend might be. And her enthusiasm had helped him to care about it, because it was so important to her.

That was why they worked together so well, why they could complement each other so well.

Without her passion, would Agreste be in half as strong a position as it now was? For that matter, would Agreste even still exist as an independent fashion house? He had almost sold the company piecemeal after his father's arrest; only Marinette's desire to one day have her own fashion line – and his desire to help her accomplish that goal – had prevented him. But at the same time, would she be as comfortable preparing to take over the fashion house if he didn't understand the business side of it?

Yes, they had just gotten "married" back in Paris. Yes, they had officially married in Angola. But they had been partners in absolutely everything, long before she had agreed to marry him. He shook his head ruefully. That plane ride to Peru felt like so many lifetimes ago…

"–What do you think?"

Adrien cocked his head to one side, refocusing his attention on Marinette to find her staring at him with wide eyes, watching him expectantly. He blinked, grimacing slightly, and felt head in his cheeks and ears. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "I… may have zoned out for a bit there. Um… what do I think about what?"

She rolled her eyes in amused exasperation. "Can I take you nowhere?" she asked rhetorically. "I asked what you think about producing a whole line of professional wear that draws inspiration from Athens."

"I think… I think that sounds absolutely amazing," Adrien assured her. "I know that you can come up with something incredible with the right inspiration. And we haven't been able to sell half as much in Greece as we have in France, England, and Spain."

"Great!" Marinette smiled brightly. "Then after we finish dinner, we can go up to the Acropolis so I can start making some drawings!"

Adrien's eyes widened in surprise. "Now? I–" he coughed "–I thought you weren't going to work on our honeymoon."

"And I won't… once we get to Cannes," she replied cheekily. "But we're already sort of working here, right? Looking for Atlantis? What's a little more work on this new line?"

Adrien sighed, giving her a look. "I suppose I can't really stop you from working while we're here," he allowed, nodding in resignation. "But you don't really have a sketchpad on you right now, do you?"

Her shoulders slumped, and she glanced down at her purse. "Just my little one. And only a black pencil."

"So we should probably go back to the room after dinner and get your sketchpad," he suggested.

She sighed. "Fine. But the sunset isn't going to last forever, you know."

He nodded, standing up and moving around to pull her seat out for her and drape her sweater over her shoulders. "We can head back now. Although that ekmek kataifi does look good…"

"Dessert to go?" she suggested, as he pulled out money for the bill.

Five minutes later, they finally left the restaurant, dessert in hand, for the three-kilometer walk back to the hotel. Adrien placed his hand on her back, running it up and down her spine and eliciting a shiver from her. "Speaking of work," he began, "what did you think of Mount Olympus?"

She let out a breath. "I'm… not sure," she admitted. "I suppose we could have missed something – or the Kwamis could have – but it seemed so… small? Why just the one room? Why put it in that location? And why isn't there any other way in or out?"

Adrien shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe they used the Horse Miraculous to get in and out. Or they might have sealed it off with the Anklyosaur Miraculous." He hummed. "My biggest question is whether this points us to Atlantis, or away from it. It was definitely created by Atlantis, but why? And how?"

Marinette raised an eyebrow as the hotel finally came into view, illuminated by the rays of the setting sun. "Hopefully we'll find out tomorrow. But for tonight…"

Nodding, Adrien opened the door and gestured for her to lead the way inside, then across the large lobby to the bank of elevators. Max had booked three rooms for their group – Mira and Claire shared a room, as did Art and Francisco – but while the other two rooms were next door to each other, Max had arranged for theirs to be at the other end of the hallway from the other two for privacy. Adrien smiled, pressing a kiss to Marinette's temple as she opened the door and led the way into their large, well-furnished honeymoon suite. Hardly paying attention to anything else, she rushed to the suitcase and rummaged around for a couple minutes before finally pulling out her larger sketchpad and pencil set.

"There you are," she muttered to herself, grabbing her shoulder bag and glancing up at Adrien. "Now for the Acropolis."

Putting their dessert in the en suite refrigerator for later, Adrien sat down on the bed next to her and placed his hand on the small of her back, slipping it under her shirt. She straightened up, turning on him with a knowing expression as he squeezed her hip. "You know," he mused, glancing out the window, "it's starting to get dark out – and we've done a lot of walking already today. Considering that we're here now…" He raised an eyebrow at her meaningfully, pressing a kiss to her wrist.

"Of course, the sunset is going to stick around at least a little longer," she pointed out, gesturing toward the orange glow filtering through the privacy curtain.

"Do you really think there's enough time to walk to the Acropolis and be able to draw your skirt, and the suit jacket, and the blouse?" he asked, his hands working their way up her back, pausing when he reached her bra.

She shifted slightly and dropped down into his lap. "We could transform and get their faster," she argued. "That way I could sketch at least the jacket tonight."

Adrien slipped the sketchpad out of her hand and placed it on the bed beside them, taking her hand and pulling her close, ghosting kisses along her collarbone. "And then we'd have to go back again anyways."

Her breathing hitched, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning back and giving him a look. "You planned this, didn't you?"

He shrugged, pulling her in close and pressing a kiss to her neck, eliciting a gasp from her. "Only a little."

Marinette let out a quiet moan as he kissed her. Finally, she sucked in a breath and sighed, gazing fondly down into his eyes. "We'll be here for a few more days, right?"