Sunlight leaked through the windows of Cabin Three. A very tired Percy Jackson groaned and rolled over, pressing a pillow against his head. It was seven in the morning, in the middle of summer. A year and a few months had passed since the giant war, and Percy hadn't been part of a major prophecy since.

Deciding he wouldn't sleep again, Percy got up for the day, changing from his white tee-shirt and long blue plaid pyjama pants to a fresh, thin, grey zipper hoodie and training shorts. Grumbling to himself, he stumbled out of his cabin, stifling a yawn. Why on earth was Percy the only teenager who got up early, when he had nothing to do but wait? "Ugh, stupid brain, stupid nightmare-less night and stupid body," he mumbled to himself. The Tartarus nightmares were less frequent than before, but they still kept him up sometimes. Annabeth was much better at coping than he was, and he wasn't sure why. Was Tartarus more scary and impacting on him than Annabeth? Had Annabeth been taking a special potion? Whatever it was, Percy had seemed to of taken more of the blow and PTSD than Annabeth, but that wasn't saying Annabeth didn't get any.

Percy wandered around camp for an hour, a whole hour, before he heard the breakfast horn. He scrambled to the dining pavilion, in desperate need for a coffee and food. He met Annabeth and gave her a kiss on the cheek, showing he was happy to see her and in a good mood. "Morning Wise Girl," he said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Percy wasn't a grope-y, dirty minded boy. He just felt comfortable having Annabeth close to him. Considering she was only an inch shorter than him, he didn't have to reach too far. It was more like a nice armrest. "Morning Perce," she chirped, walking towards the coffee pot. Percy knew the routine. Annabeth grabbed two mugs of coffee for herself and him, and he grabbed the food. Grapes, bacon and pancakes sounded good. Annabeth and Percy wandered over to the Poseidon table, waiting for the others. Grover trotted up to them, with a plate of soda cans and fruit, looking happier than ever.

Slowly, the Poseidon table filled up, with the rest of the seven coming over to eat. Instead of the old layout, Chiron thought it would be a good idea for everyone to mix around, so a few more tables were put in and it now served to be more like a cafeteria than what it was.

"Anyone have any plans for today?" Jason asked, genuinely curious and starting conversation.

"Yeah, me and Juniper are going away for the week. We're going to the redwood trees in Cali!" Grover said, quite ecstatic. It was his and Juniper's first vacation together, and was super excited.

"That's awesome, G-man!" Percy said, before taking a long gulp of coffee. Piper sat up straight, mind working furiously. "Everything okay, Beauty Queen?" Leo asked, as she nearly knocked over his orange juice. Piper's eyes began to sparkle. "Let's go into the city! None of us have been there before!" Percy did a spit take. Did these people not know him at all? "What's wrong Perce? Too chicken to take on the Big Apple?" Hazel taunted. Leo was still drying himself off of Percy's coffee, unfortunately being on the receiving end. Percy looked at her incredulously. "You're kidding right?"

Piper just looked at him, hurt. "Come on Percy! It'll be fun! Just trust me." Jason looked at him expectantly, obviously miffed that Percy had made her upset.

"Piper," Percy started. "Look me in the eye and tell me where I am from."

Piper opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She looked at a loss for words. Grover was shaking slightly, dying from silent laughter.

"Camp?" She finally said quietly, sounding like a question. Grover couldn't take it anymore, and guffawed loudly, tears running down his face. Percy cracked a smile and shook his head good naturedly. "Nah, Pipes. I am from New York. Born and raised." Everyone but Grover and Annabeth looked surprised. "Percy? You're a New Yorker? But, but you're so nice!" Frank spluttered. Percy put a hand on his chest, trying to look hurt. "Frank Zhang, how dare you assume that all New Yorkers are so, rude!" Percy exclaimed good naturedly.

"But if you're from New York, where's your accent?" Leo accused. Percy groaned and whacked his head on the table multiple times. "That's why!" Percy said. Everyone looked confused. "Annabeth kept teasing him when we were younger so he hides it. Has been since fifteen. It's funny around his mom, because he always scolds him and says, 'You should be proud of your accent! Tell Annabeth she sounds like a Valley Girl,'"

Annabeth whacked Percy's arm lightly. "That was your mom who told you to say I sound like I'm from the Valley?" Annabeth all but shrieked. Piper rolled her eyes.

"So, Percy, can you give us a tour then? Please?" Lacing some charmspeak into her voice. Percy glared at her and said, "Fine. But you all better cover your shirts. Meet me at Thalia's Pine in ten minutes. We're taking Argus's van for most of the way, then walking. It'll be peak hour, so be prepared."