The scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air as Annabeth and I stood side by side in the kitchen, covered in a fine dusting of flour. Our attempts at baking had turned into a chaotic mess, with ingredients spilled and dough sticking to every surface imaginable.
"Maybe we should just stick to ordering takeout," I joked, trying to salvage what was left of the dough in front of me.
Annabeth laughed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she surveyed the scene before us. "I think you might be onto something, Percy," she replied, trying to scrape the burnt edges off of her latest batch of cookies.
As we surveyed our culinary disaster, we couldn't help but laugh at ourselves. Despite our best efforts, it seemed that baking was not our forte.
But despite the burnt edges and misshapen cookies, there was a sense of camaraderie between us—a shared understanding that it was the time spent together that truly mattered.
With a shrug, I reached for a particularly misshapen cookie and took a bite, unable to hide my grimace at the taste. "Well, they may not look pretty, but they sure taste... interesting," I commented, trying to mask my disappointment.
Annabeth chuckled, nudging me playfully with her elbow. "Let's just agree to stick to cooking from now on," she suggested, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Sounds like a plan," I replied, grateful for Annabeth's good humor in the face of our baking catastrophe.
And as we tossed the remainder of our failed attempts into the trash, we couldn't help but feel grateful for the laughter and memories we had shared, even if our baking skills left much to be desired.
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Percabeth Fluff
RomanceShort stories with everyone's favorite ship, Percabeth! Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. All credits go to Rick Riordan, the writer of the PJO series.
