While looking out over the peaceful grounds of camp half-blood on a late evening one would often spy a striking couple on the warm sands of the beach. Each component was the opposite of the other: black, blond; green, grey; tall, short; impulsive, planner; boy, girl; Poseidon, Athena. But this couple got along famously well, most of the time, though they were so different. On this particular night the boy had wrapped his arms around the girl as she lay on his chest. They were sitting in silence while staring into the beginning of the sun set, the boy playing with one of the girl's many curls.
"Hey Annabeth?" asked Percy.
"Yeah" she replied sleepily, the late sun soaking into her skin.
"I was thinking about last year when Mount Olympus was on lock-down and I just thought of a great way I could have gotten Athena to come to camp."
Annabeth jerked up quickly disturbing Percy's past time. "What! Everyone was thinking of ways to get the gods to help us during the war since we found we needed them and you think of one. You! Let alone that now it is too late to do any good. Gods Seaweed Brain-"
Percy cut her off with a hand firmly clamped over her mouth. "Geesh Wise Girl, we won the war what does it matter."
Annabeth glared at him for a moment before removing the offending hand from her mouth. "So… what is you fabulous, extremely late, plan?"
"Well to get Athena, and maybe Poseidon, down here all we had to do was pretend to get married."
Needless to say the next few hours were fully of attacking owls and a raging sea but the Athena campers (who were informed of this [useless] plan later) used these signs as proof that the plan would have definitely worked. Too bad that Seaweed brain didn't think of it sooner.