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Today is: PERCABETH
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Cookies and Blue Dye
"Hey Annabeth?" Percy pestered, "Why are we making cookies?"
"Piper told us to, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth replied, dumping a little (okay, a lot) more than the necessary amount of chocolate chips in the batter.
"But what about her cornucopia?" Percy asked again, plucking a chocolate chip out of the bowl.
"She said she needed something to occupy you so you didn't mess up the decorations," Annabeth replied, Percy looked slightly put out at the fact.
"But Jason gets to help," Percy stated, indignant.
"So you would rather be working with Piper and Jason than with your own girlfriend?" Annabeth asked, indignantly, stirring the chocolate chips into the dough.
"No, no!" Percy replied, "It's just, why are we doing a task that can easily be done in seconds?"
"Ooh Percy, good choice of words!" Annabeth replied sarcastically, not really answering Percy's question.
The two settled into silence. The moved gracefully about the kitchen as if it were a choreographed dance. They were careful to avoid the pot of cider sitting on the stove, for every few minutes, it would whir and buzz as if it were stirring its contents without a spoon.
"Why are we celebrating Christmas, Annabeth?" Percy asked after smashing very large ball of dough onto the tray.
"Because Piper wants to," Annabeth replied.
"No really, I mean, isn't Christmas a non-Greek holiday?" Percy asked, dropping the contents of a bottle onto the cookies while Annabeth's back was turned.
"So you don't want an excuse to celebrate, eat cookies and get presents?" Annabeth asked, suspiciously.
"Well, actually... I do... But..." Percy muttered, unable to come up with a proper response.
"On the topic of presents, what might you want?" Annabeth asked.
"How about a nice long book," Percy replied, the I'm-so-innocent tone leaking into his voice.
"Okay," Annabeth replied sarcastically, "How about The Art of War?"
"No! Not reading!" Percy replied in mock terror.
"Percy... Why are these cookies blue?" Annabeth asked, snatching the bottle of blue dye from Percy's hands.
"Blue is very nice this time of year," Percy replied in a false-serious voice.
"These cookies were supposed to be red and green! Not blue!" Annabeth replied, moving out of reach of Percy's hands as he tried to get back the food dye.
"But I like blue!" Percy replied indignantly.
"We are going to have to remake these," Annabeth exclaimed, pulling flour out of the cupboard.
"But we can't waste this batch," Percy replied, grabbing a ball of blue cookie dough in his hand.
"Don't you dare throw that at me," Annabeth growled, grabbing a cookie sheet to use as a shield.
"I would never!" Percy exclaimed in mock hurt, lunging towards Annabeth and smearing a bit of the dough onto her nose.
"Perseus Jackson!" Annabeth roared, dropping the empty cookie sheet and picking up a full one.
"I'm sorry Annabeth!" He shouted, falling to his knees and grabbing onto Annabeth's legs as if begging for mercy.
"Oh, it's okay then," Annabeth replied.
"Really?" Percy asked, looking up to Annabeth.
"Nope!" She shouted, dumping the contents of the full cookie sheet onto Percy's head with a splat!
"Annabeth, you have something on your pants," Percy said while smearing the blue ball of dough onto Annabeth's pants.
"Ew! Percy, that's gross!" Annabeth shrieked, kicking Percy in his conveniently located face.
"Ow! Annabeth!" Percy whined, standing up and clutching his face.
"Stop whimpering Percy, I didn't kick you that hard," Annabeth commented.
"Annabeth, you have a little something on your face. Let me get that for you," Percy said, leaning towards Annabeth.
"Percy, wha-?" Annabeth began, but Percy had leaned in to kiss her nose.
"Mmmm," Percy exclaimed, "Blue cookie dough,"
"Percy! We have to get this kitchen cleaned up!" Annabeth announced.
"But messing the kitchen up is more fun than cleaning it!" Percy whined.
"Yes, and partying is more fun than cleaning a kitchen during a party," Annabeth replied, picking up a sponge and throwing it at Percy, "You can scrub the floor because you have the water powers. I'll get started on remaking the cookies."
"Yes ma'am," Percy replied, absentmindedly scrubbing the floor by moving the water in the sponge.
"Percy, is the kitchen clean?" Annabeth asked, putting the last tray of properly colored cookies in the oven.
"Yeah," Percy replied, a clouded, dreamy look in his eyes.
"Percy, you dislike blue, right?" Annabeth asked, nonchalantly while entering 9 minutes into the timer.
"Yeah... Wait, what! No! I really like blue!" Percy replied, toppling to the ground after trying to jump up quickly.
"Percy, we should go, I think Calypso and Leo are coming back now," Annabeth said.
"Aww... But the kitchen is warm!" Percy groaned.
"You can help wrap presents and eat some cornucopia cookies," Annabeth bribed, helping Percy up from the floor.
"How about something else..." Percy suggested.
"Okay, what?" Annabeth asked as the walked down the hall towards the Mess Hall.
"This," Percy replied, swooping down to kiss Annabeth on the lips just as they walk under a sprig of mistletoe.
"Mmmm," Annabeth states after pulling apart, "Blue cookie dough!"
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