The next day, around 10 a.m., Rose and Connor had overtaken the kitchen, making their food for the date.
Rose was chopping up carrots, tomatoes, and zucchini (freshly grown) to make ratatouille.
"Ratatouille is a hilarious word," said Connor.
"It's French," Rose informed him.
"It's rat-tatouille," Connor laughed.
Rose sighed in amusement.
"Hey Connor," said Rose, while placing the carrots in the pan, "can you get me the potatoes from the storage room, please?"
"Sure thing!" said Connor, running out of the kitchen.
She smiled at him. She finished chopping up the tomatoes and zucchini and added some oregano and various herbs to the pan.
As she washed her hands, Connor ran back in, holding a ceramic pot.
"Here you go," said Connor eagerly.
Rose stared at the container he was holding with a mixture of horror and disbelief, her hands frozen under the running water.
"... Connor, what in the gods' names are those!?" she exclaimed, shutting the faucet and bringing her dripping hand to her forehead.
"It's the pot of toes, like you asked me!" he said.
Rose stared at him with wide eyes.
"... PO-TA-TOES."
"... That does make more sense."
"Where did you even find a pot full of wooden toes??" Rose asked, wiping her hands and forehead with a towel.
"In the storage room," said Connor. "You'd be surprised by the amount of weird stuff in there! I even found an old Cyclops cond-"
"No need!! ...to finish that sentence."
Connor pinched his lips and rocked back and forth on his feet.
Rose sighed at him with sheer exhaustion.
"Go get me the potatoes."
- - -
"You can open your eyes now!"
Rose opened her eyes to reveal a red and white picnic blanket in the sunny strawberry fields, with a picnic basket on it.
Connor smiled expectantly at her.
She stared at it. "This- This is amazing! I always imagined my first date being a picnic!" she said brightly, barely managing to contain her excitement.
"Milady," said Connor, holding out his hand to bring her to sit down on the blanket.
She laughed and played along.
Connor sat beside her and gave a thumbs up to something behind her. She turned around and saw Austin with his saxophone and two of his siblings, one wielding a cello and the other sitting in front of a whole, baby grand piano. Rose wondered how the Hades they got it there.
The three musicians started serenading them with pleasant, relaxing music that matched perfectly with the ambiance of the warm, sunny strawberry fields.
"Connor!" she said giddily. "You really went all out!" Little pink roses sprouted all around the edges of the picnic blanket.
He smiled sheepishly. "I had to make this memorable," he said.
"You better appreciate it, Rose," said Austin, stopping his music while his siblings continued, "We're missing lunch for this."
She laughed. "I do! This is amazing. Thank you so much!"
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He Stoll My Heart - Connor Stoll.
Fanfiction"Looks like I Stoll your heart, huh, Rosie?" "I hope Aphrodite makes you fall in love with a blood-sucking mosquito." "Ouch." - - - Rose Louloudi, daughter of... Demeter? All her powers correspond. All her talents. All her qualities. Everything ab...
