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St. Patricks

"Artemis!" The goddess turned to see Percy sprinting towards her. He dropped to a knee in front of her when he reached her, delicately holding something up.

"A four-leaf clover?" She said incredulously, taking the plant from his hand. "An interesting find, but why does this excite you so much?"

"It's St. Patricks day!" Percy said, bouncing back up to his feet with a large grin on his face. "Come on, tell me you know what that is!"

"I can't say I do," Artemis replied. Through all her millennia of experience, she'd never been good with keeping up with mortal holidays. Percy had practically made it his mission to introduce her to every single one.

"Do the hunters not celebrate it?" Percy questioned. "Surely they know of it."

"The hunters are always on the move," Artemis explained. "You know this. We don't keep track of the date as you do, and even if we did, there'd always be something to do instead of celebrating."

"Boring," Percy said in a stereotypical sassy voice. "You could do so much better."

"Shut up," Artemis scolded, hitting him in the back of the head. He winced, rubbing the spot where she hit.

"Abuse," he muttered. Artemis rolled her eyes at him.

"Alright, I need to explain to you what this holiday is!" Percy remembered, perking up again. "So, it's a day where everyone's supposed to wear green and there's this myth about leprechauns coming and making mischief and having a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It's an Irish holiday and is usually represented by a clover. Four-leaf clovers are said to be lucky."

"How interesting," Artemis said in a dull voice. "Why does this relate to me?"

"Come on, at least have a bit of enthusiasm!" Percy whined. "You're too pessimistic."

"I'm a pessimistic goddess," Artemis simply replied.

"No, you aren't."

"Percy," Artemis sighed. "How can you be so happy all the time?"

"Because I've learned that being sad and worrying all the time makes life depressing and stressful," Percy told her. "I used to be really pessimistic. I've learned that being happy can make life better."

"I've spent thousands of years being pessimistic. I can deal with more."

"Yeah, yeah, aren't you so proud of your age," Percy taunted. "Come on, just be happy for once in your life!"

"I have been happy before. I just don't show it as blatantly as you."

"Really?" Percy raised an eyebrow. "Give me one example."

"I'm happy right now," Artemis said, twirling the clover around.

"You sound like I'm annoying you," Percy pointed out.

"Perhaps you are. I find you quite likeable most of the time."

Percy placed a hand on his heart and said dramatically, "Oh, you're too kind! Please, humble me!"

"Why do I feel your ego is slowly growing?"

Percy smirked. "Maybe you're just rubbing off on me."

Artemis narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you saying I'm prideful?"

"Yes."

"You shite," she growled, lunging at him. Percy yelped as she crashed into them, both of them tumbling head-over-heels through the undergrowth. Eventually, the landed, laughing, on the ground with Artemis on top of Percy.

"That was fun," Percy gasped out. "Damn, I didn't know you had that much strength. I should know this by now."

Artemis just pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.