Annabeth walked in to the apartment that she and Percy were sharing and smelled something burning. She walked over to the oven and opened it. There was a plate of leftover charcoal... I mean lasagne
"Perseus, get over here NOW" she called, knowing who did it.
Percy walked around the corner wearing a towel. "Since when am I Perseus?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow at her. "Fine, seaweed brain, turn off the oven and eat your charcoal." she huffed, annoyed.
Percy quirked the other eyebrow at her. "Since when am I seaweed brain, you haven't called me that since my eighteenth birthday." Annabeth looked like her head would explode. "Which would you rather be called, Perseus, or seaweed brain?" she asked, knowing what the answer would be. "Seaweed brain." Percy said without a moment of hesitation. "Fine then, Perseus, remember to turn off the oven next time." Annabeth said, smirking. "I said..." Percy trailed off. "I know what you said, that's why I called you Perseus." Annabeth said, smirking even more. "Fuck you" Percy muttered.