Experiencing Percabeth

Food Fight!!!

"Hey Annabeth, wanna bake cookies? From like scratch?" Percy asks Annabeth.
Annabeth looks up at him from the book he was reading on their couch. "I've never made cookies from scratch." She replies. Percy gets up and pulls Annabeth to her feet.
"Maybe it's about time you learn then."
He takes her hand and guides her to the kitchen.
"Okay, now what?" Annabeth asks. He stands up as straight and tall as he can and points to the fridge pretending to be a general in the army. "Get the eggs milk and butter out!"
When Annabeth raises an eyebrow jokingly, Percy reverts back to his normal lazy posture and adds, "Please." She smirks and says, "Yes sir!"
She does as she's told and when she turns around, Percy has the rest of the ingredients out.
"Okay, what now?" Annabeth asks, moving closer to the counter.
"This!" Percy yells, cracking an egg on her head of golden curls.
"OH MY GOD, I EFFING HATE YOU JACKSON!" Annabeth shrieks as Percy laughs. She then whispers, "I'm so gonna get you." He suddenly breaks into a run taking a bunch of ingredients off the counter and sprints out the front door. Annabeth follows him taking an egg and a bag of flour and brown sugar. Percy's on the front lawn with the sprinklers on. She laughs and says, "Gods, I hate you."
He replies by saying, "Nah, you love meeeee." Percy smirks. Annabeth walks up to her boyfriend with innocent eyes and posture. She hides the egg behind her back and when the moment's right, she crushes it on his precious black hair, laughing.
"Oh, you are dead." Percy growls. He takes her into his arms and throws flour at Annabeth as she reaches for the honey. Suddenly, they're in a full-blown food fight until he says between heavy breaths, "Okay, okay. I'm done." She laughs and agrees. He hugs his Wise Girl and says, "May I have a dance with you my lady?" He kisses her passionately and pulls away. She giggles and says in a matching accent, "Why, of course, kind sir."
He puts his hands on the small of her back and she puts her hands on his neck, and they begin to slow dance, covered in kitchen ingredients, in the middle of their front yard, with the sprinklers on.

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