The sun burned the back of Leo's neck. He turned over the dark soil with his trowel and stuck in some strawberry seeds. Sighing, he dipped his bandana into a bucket of cool water and tied it around his neck. Water ran down his back.

On the other side of the garden plot was Calypso, humming as she worked. Her jeans and white blouse was speckled with dirt. With quick hands, she flipped over the soil, planted the seeds, and watered it. She looked really hot—and not "heat hot", but "attractive hot". Her brown hair was pulled back with a red bandana and there was dirt in her fingernails, but that was how Leo liked her, not afraid to get dirty.

He put down his gardening tools and crouched down next to her.

"Boo," he said.

Calypso stopped humming. "Hey."

"Can't wait for harvest time." He said. "Nice plump strawberries so good, it'll make Camp look bad."

No reply.

"So… uh, want a lemonade?" Leo asked, getting up.

"Yes please," Calypso looked up and gave him a small closed-mouth smile. "With a lemon wedge."

"Righty-o!" Leo stuck his hands in his pocket and whistled, walking to their kitchen above the auto shop. Inside, he poured some home-made lemonade into two glass cups, plopped in some ice cubes and cut up two lemon wedges, sticking one on each rim. Leo gazed down from the window that overlooked the small garden. Calypso was sitting in the grass, singing to the plants. Her voice was magic, making the plants grow a little faster. Even from up here, Leo could hear it perfectly.

With both drinks in hand, he quietly closed the door. He sneaked up behind her and said, "One ice-cold lemonade for Madame Calypso." in a French accent.

Calypso jumped in surprise then laughed, taking her drink from Leo's hand. "Thank you, sir." She mimicked his fake accent.

Leo grinned and they both sat in the grass, sipping lemonade. He put his hand down next to Calypso's. Calypso looked at their hands and blushed, then squeezed his pinkie with hers.

"It's nice out," she said, her brown eyes on the horizon.

"Yeah, it is." Leo said in a light tone. Another point for Team Leo. "Do you want to take Festus for a ride?"

They've been building a pair of better wings for the newly bodied bronze dragon. He was permanently awake ever since Piper charm-spoke him alive.

"Do you think the new wings will work?" Calypso asked, uncertainty in her eyes.

"Of course!" Leo said, surprised. "We made it ourselves, so duh!"

Calypso nodded. "Right. After we finish our lemonade.

When they drained the last of their drink, they brought out the celestial bronze wings from the workshop. Leo ran to the barn in the back and called out, "Festus, boy! Time to fly!"

Out of the dark corners lumbered out a very large metal dragon with ruby red eyes and sharp teeth. Festus made some creaking and whirring noises which Leo understood.

"Yeah, your new wings are done and ready for a test flight!"

Festus stomped closer to Leo who rubbed the dragon's muzzle.

"Can you take Calypso and I to Camp?" He asked.

The dragon cocked his head as if pondering and then made some clicking noises that Leo knew as yes.

"Alrighty. Let's attach those winds and saddle you up."

Leo led Festus out of the barn to where Calypso waited with the wings. What shined more, the light reflecting off the bronze wings or the sun on Calypso's hair?

In only a minute, the wings were attached to the dragon's back. Leo helped Calypso on top then climbed on himself. He held the reins in his hands. "Hold on tight now, we don't want you falling off and turning into an immortal splat on the ground."

Calypso snorted but wrapped her arms around his waist. Leo's heart did a full gymnastics routine. She smelled really good despite working all day.

"Come on, Festus." He coaxed. "Let's see what you can do."

Festus flapped his wings a few times. Then he took off a little clumsily which made Calypso squeeze tighter. He grinned like a fool in love, which he was of course.

The wind whipped their faces, making Leo's curly brown locks bounce. The buildings below looked like toys. They flew past a surprised flock of birds. A bug zipped past his ear and must have hit Calypso's face because she yelled, "Gah!" and buried her face in his back.

Leo smiled. It was colder up here, but Calypso was warm—and cute.

"We're going to camp!" he yelled against the wind. She nodded, her face moving Leo's shirt up and down.

"Okay," he heard her say.

After a few minutes of flying in the air, they touched down in Camp Half-Blood, scaring away several campers. They landed in a clear area in the middle of the ring of cabins. Leo helped Calypso off. He waved to some gaping demigods. Percy and Annabeth ran to them. He grabbed Calypso's hand and pulled her over.

"Hey, man!" Percy said, capping him on the shoulder. "Welcome back. Haven't seen you in a while."

Annabeth hugged him. "Nice to see you, Leo."

Leo still held Calypso's hand. He gestured to her. "Guys, remember Calypso?"

Percy and Annabeth nodded. Percy shifted nervously from foot to foot. Oh yeah, Calypso used to like Percy. A little flame burst inside of him. He was still mad that Percy had hurt and left her on Ogygia.

Annabeth eyed Leo and Calypso's entwined hands. "Are you guys a thing now?" she asked.

Calypso and Leo flushed and quickly let go.

"Uh, no." He said.

"He is still annoying." Calypso said, turning her head.

"Yeah, and Calypso is still, uh, Calypso." Leo joked. The ends of Calypso's mouth twitched up.

"Oh!" Percy exclaimed, putting his hands together. "Calypso's never been to camp before."

"Of course! Let's show her around," Annabeth agreed.

Just then, a big boom came from somewhere in the back of the forest.

"I guess that would be Bunker Nine." Leo said. "Let's go check it out!"