[ Annabeth looks up at him, beaming, and Percy feels almost light-headed with how happy her happiness makes him feel.

The little sunset-y cupcake in his hand now lit up, his face splits into a wide smile, heart pounding. ]

That was awesome. [ Look at that flame! It's real! And it's warm, and he totally doesn't miss how she placed it just past the messy icing scrawl still somehow intact. ] Way better than that time I tried to calm the horses down and failed big time.

[ That was strike one of his dislike of this whole Singularity ... Thorne ... magic stuff. ]

Please tell me you don't need me to sing to you. It'll be in everyone's best interest that I don't.