Percy stared at the golden pancake on his fork with equal concern and horror.
Annabeth tried and failed to cover her snort, promptly causing him to turn his (adorable) expression on her.
"Seaweed Brain, don't worry - it tastes good," she tried, already losing hope at her boyfriend's expression.
"But, it's not blue"
She stared at him, "Let me assure you that the color of the pancake will not affect the flavor of the pancake," Deep inhale, "Eat it."
He, in turn, stared at her like she was an especially incompetent four-year-old, "Blue tastes much better," putting his fork on his plate and crossing his arms.
Annabeth's right hand went to her forehead while her left squeezed shut, trying to hold back the urge to force the perfectly good golden pancake down his throat, "You haven't even tried it yet". Percy continued to look at the pancake with a laughable suspicion; Annabeth narrowed her eyes.
They sat at the corner booth in a cozy diner somewhere off the highway in the middle of Pennsylvania. In two days, they were to make it up to Toronto to Hazel and Frank's wedding but Percy's insistence in rating every diner along the way's pie was certainly not helping their progress. It probably also didn't help that whenever offered breakfast at any fine establishment they went to, Percy would drag Annabeth into a booth to share pancakes, not that any of them were blue.
Annabeth lost her will first, surprisingly, and stood up, muttering under her breath as she stormed to the swinging door in the back of 'Auntie Em's' that led to its kitchen.
He looked and leaned towards her in such a fashion that Annabeth began leaning back until Percy just grabbed the big bowl of blue whipped cream from her hands and continued to put its entire contents on the pancakes and used his fork to make sure every pancake in sight was covered in blue.
"They're blue!" he grinned.
"I can see that" she smiled softly at the sight of her boyfriend finally eating his pancakes with a vigor that left the whole table in a mess. Annabeth only kind of pitied the waitress who was going to be forced to clean it.
"They taste better,"
She raised an eyebrow, "I mean they're covered in sugar, you practically drowned them,"
"I can't drown, and neither can my pancakes," Percy said with such dignity that she burst into laughter.
"Hey," His eyebrows furrowed as she sat across from him wiping a tear from her eye.
His look of indignation forced her to lean forwards and steal a kiss. Maybe blue pancakes did taste better.