"Percy." Her voice is laced with that exasperated tone it gets after he's done something stupid. "What the hell is this?"
"What does it look like," he cautiously responds with a hint of humor, but also seriously considering what he could've done.
"A burned elephant brain."
"Don't you think that's a bit exaggerated?"
"I don't know what it is!"
"Spaghetti, Annabeth! See, that's the pasta-"
"Fucking Seaweed Brain."
"Just eat it."
She rolls her eyes, but picks up her fork, twirls the pasta around it, and takes a small bite.
"Percy."
"Yeah."
"You are never allowed in the kitchen again."