[ her mouth draws into a thin line. it's been a while since cassian brought up her children and they've had this discussion (sometimes, argument). there's a part of her that knows they were real, once, but she harbors no memory of them - it's much easier to doubt their existence than to grapple with forgetting. she is a god. she doesn't... need a legacy like that. ]

[ annabeth takes the croissant absently. it gives her something to do with her hands. ]

It makes no sense, that you would remember something apparently belonging to me and I wouldn't. We've been over this.

[ she pauses, to take a bite of her treat. ] I suppose it makes sense that we might have lived here though, given the festival. And it's near to the ocean.

[ she can't imagine percy living anywhere too far from it, at any point in time. ]