"Hey, genius," he waits outside her door. "Are you ready for Percy time?"
Annabeth smiles as she gets up. "What happened to Wise Girl? And of course."
"You'll always be my Wise Girl. I just need something to catch on with everybody else so that I'm the only one that calls you that. You're my Wise Girl. Only mine."
She laughs. "Someone's being possessive."
He puts an arm around her shoulders. "Better possessive then dead."
"Definitely. I'm not marrying a corpse."
"Are you sure? How bad could it be?"
"Percccccy! I want you alive."
"You'll always have me," he grins.