[ she rolls her eyes at him and his question, barely resisting the urge to snort. it always irritates her, but it doesn't mean she's above teasing him about the dusting. it's coping, or something. ]

Because you've never given me reason to doubt your memory before.

[ annabeth walks with him anyway, taking in the sights of the village despite herself. she really doesn't remember living here, and part of her feels above it, like it shouldn't matter what mortal space she inhabited once upon a long time - but there's something comfortable this place. maybe it appeals to her more once she's among signs of the festival and the reminders of herself and percy as a unit. ]

You invited me, so that would only be rude on your part if you left me now.