She rolls her eyes. "You're a beautiful tropical fish."

Annabeth kisses him back easily, and then her face drops. "It's a half an hour now? Oh my gods, Percy!" And she's back to mild panic because planning and things and goddamnit Percy Jackson. She gives him another slight punch and another shove for good measure, moving to leave him the room to finish changing while she takes care of not-room things. Like panicking at Piper.