She's used to the way Claire looks after her at this point - the easy care, the genuine nature of it all. Annabeth doesn't doubt any of it, not anymore, not like she used to in the very early years, born out of... something she can't remember. Something that doesn't seem to need to be remembered, not when Claire offers her all the motherly sort of affection anyone would need instead.

"I like the forest." She likes her libraries and her temples, of course, but Annabeth finds just as much comfort in the outdoors, especially near water.

She takes the tea, barely batting an eye at the way it appears. "Probably too much at once." But she supposes she's always been that way. "I feel like I should be asking how you are, unless you want to hear me ramble about the latest structural marvels I'm only idly pushing people to build."