Ever since his return to Ogygia, Calypso had been hoping to spend some time alone with Leo. When she went to the camp to visit him, he was usually busy, doing repairs and maintenance on the ship, or away, hunting or fishing with Frank and the Princes. Their interactions were mostly brief and curt on his part. Calypso missed the way they were during his first visit.
One morning, she found him enjoying a breakfast of porridge on the deck of the Orestes, next to the Argo II.
"Good morning," he said.
"Good morning," Calypso replied. "My mother sent me to gather some elderberries and mulberries to make wine. Would you like to come with me?"
Leo nodded his head.

The mulberries and elderberries grew in a grove outside the entrance the caves. Calypso placed her basket between herself and Leo, who grabbed the branch of a mulberry tree to examine it.

"The berries don't look ripe yet," he said.
"Watch this," Calypso replied.
She picked up a bunch of unripe mulberries and whispered the word ώριμος (horimos) before blowing on it. The berries turned from green to bright red and dark purple.
"Neat trick, Sunshine."
They filled her basket with berries as the sound of singing came up from the beach. Prince Percy climbed up the rocky path through the cliffs followed by the waifish slave Calypso had seen a few times during her visits to the camp. She recalled that the slave's name was Athenaíí.
The prince carved something into the trunk of a mulberry tree while Athenaíí sang some verses praising Princess Annabeth which compared her to a number of heroines from the past: she was as beautiful, graceful, and charming as Helen of Troy, as clever, chaste, and virtuous as Penelope, and as fearless, swift, and independent as Atalanta.
Calypso noticed that Percy had etched the name of his lady love into one of the slender branches of a myrtle tree.
"O Goddess of Love and Beauty," he said, rubbing oil into the carving. "Laughter-loving goddess who was born from the foam of the sea, I have carved the name of Annabeth of Athens into everyone of your sacred myrtles I could find on this island and anointed it with olive oil, scented with fragrant myrrh. My love has been cruelly taken from me and made the victim of a curse. A prophecy stated that love will triumph and so I implore you, who governs love, to come to Annabeth's aid and return her to her friends and family."
He uncapped a flask of wine and poured some of it into the roots of the myrtle tree. Athenaíí sang of the prince's despair and compared it to the grief felt by tragic lovers such as Orpheus, Pyramus, and Lysander.
Calypso and Leo clapped when the slave finished her song. Percy noticed them and bowed.
"Good morning, Mistress Calypso," he said. "Master Leo."
"My Lord," they replied, bowing.
"I hope my mother didn't hear all that noise," Calypso said.
"Don't worry. There aren't any myrtle trees near your cave. It was Lady Piper's idea to petition the Goddess of Love and Beauty for help."
"With all the wine we poured," Athenaíí added. "I should hope the lazy baggage is good and drunk and will do what we ask."
Glauce's hooting was heard from the branches of a myrtle tree. The owl flew over to Percy who extended his arm for her to land on. She hopped up to his shoulder and nuzzled him. He affectionately stroked her folded wings.
Athenaíí clapped her hands with delight.
"The creature is so gentle and friendly," she said. "You'd think it was a tamed pet."
"We've met before," Percy replied.
The slave reached into the bag which hung from her girdle and pulled out a piece of bread. She broke off a smaller piece and offered it to the bird. Glauce snatched it up and flew back to Percy.

The mulberries and elderberries were put into two separate tubs, laid out on a sunny cliff overlooking the beach, to be crushed by foot. Calypso and Leo removed their sandals. She climbed into the tub with the mulberries; he climbed into the tub with the elderberries.
Leo looked up at the sky, which was covered in a fleecy blanket of grey clouds.
"Looks like we might get some rain," he said. "How much longer do we need to do this?"
"Until they're flattened," Calypso replied. "They we have crush them again everyday for the next fortnight."
"Hopefully I won't be here that much longer."
Is he really that anxious to leave? Calypso thought. When he leaves, I'll never see him again.

A swing hung from a willow tree at the entrance to the cliff.
"Let's sit for a moment," Calypso said when they had finished with crushing the grapes for the day. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."
They sat down on the swing.
"Don't tell me you've figured out how to free Princess Annabeth."
"No. That's not it." She moved closer to Leo on the swing. "I don't know how to begin... so I'll just come out with it."  Calypso threw her arms around Leo's neck and kissed him. "I love you Leo."

He moved away from her.
"Calypso, please don't."
"Why? You don't think I'm ugly do you?"
"No. I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, it's just that... you say you love me because I'm the first man you've ever really gotten to know."
"That's not true."
"If we were in Athens, you'd easily find a hundred men you'd prefer to me. Men like Prince Jason or Prince Percy or Frank."
Is he still in love with Hazel?
Sure enough, a drop of rain fell on Calypso's head.
"Let's bring the tubs into that cave over there."
The rain was a full-on downpour by the time the tubs were stashed inside the cave. Calypso sprinkled a mixture of dried herbs along the mouth of the cave which would keep out the elements and wild animals.
"Here's a short-cut back to your camp."
She spread out her himation so it covered the both of them.

Calypso did not sneak out to visit the camp that evening. She thought it would be best to give Leo his space after what had happened between them.
"Goodnight Calypso," her mother said as she spread out a mat to sleep on.
"Goodnight Mitír."
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"You aren't still thinking about that boy?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. Tell me you won't waste another moment thinking about him."
"I won't."
Circe kissed her forehead.
"Sleep well, Calypso."
Calypso dreamt that she and Leo were sailing on the Argo II. The wind and waves carried them past the rocks at the mouth of the harbor and into the open Aegean.
"There's Athens," Leo said, pointing off into the distance.
Calypso craned her neck to try to see what he was pointing at but could not.
"I can't see it," she said.
"And you never will..."