The one thing Percy loved (almost) as much as Annabeth were her blue pancakes. He'd get her to make them for him almost everyday, sometimes more then once. Then one day he had an idea.
"What are you doing Percy?" Annabeth asked. He covered her eyes. He wouldn't let her open them until she was seated in front of the worlds ugliest stack of blue pancakes. Annabeth smiled.
"You made these for me?"
He nodded proudly and handed her a fork. She started to eat. Percy watched intently as she took every bite.
"How are they?" He asked.
They actually weren't that bad (he must have had help). When she started getting deeper into the stack, she noticed Percy was getting antsy.
"Do you want some?" She held out her fork. He shook his head.
"No it's ok, keep eating." She did, keeping a suspicious eye on him. When she got to the last one Percy stole it off the plate and ripped it apart.
"I can't do this, I'm just gonna say it." He took a blue stoned ring out of the center of the pancake and got down on one knee.
"Annabeth, will you marry me?"
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry or both.
"Of course I will Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?"
