PERCABETH: A PACZKI STORY
It all started when Grover came back with a paczki (punch-ki) box from a searcher's mission. I was staying a week at Percy's before summer session started at camp, since my dad booked my flight early. Anyway, so Grover had burst in before, gushing all about these Polish pastries that we had to try. And that's when we introduced to the goodness known as paczek (Pun-chek, plural). In case you didn't know, paczek are like donuts with filling, only a million times better. So anyway, it was the day after that, and only one paczki was left in the box. Percy and I were the only ones in the apartment, since Percy's mom was at her job and Mr. D called Grover to do something for him. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I saw Percy holding the last paczki that was in the box. Halting, I said to him "Percy, drop the pastry." He turned toward me and narrowed his eyes. "Never." Was his reply, and started a fight that almost wrecked the whole kitchen. Finally I cornered him, about to take the pastry when a thought worthy of Athena entered my mind. "Why don't we split it?" I suggested, getting a hasty yes from Percy. We cut it precisely down the middle, and both ate our respective pieces.
When we were done, I glanced at Percy and giggled. The whole bottom of his face was covered in powdered sugar. "Here," I said grabbing a kitchen towel and dabbing at his face until all the sugar was gone. "Thanks, but you have sugar on your face too." He said, and took the towel from me. But instead of wiping the sugar off of me, he leaned in and kissed me. On the lips. It felt like an eternity before he pulled away and gave me the signature 'Percy' smirk. He opened his mouth, and I thought he was gonna say something really romantic, but instead he laughed and declared, "You taste like paczki!" I grabbed the towel and smacked him with it before kissing him a second time.