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Luke Castellan Imagine #2

After Kathryn had stitched Luke up, he had been much friendlier to her, even to the point of eating lunch with her. She found that she enjoyed spending time with him. In fact, even when they weren't hanging out, she was thinking about him. Somehow, he managed to sneak into her every thought, as she wondered, "What would Luke think if I braided my hair today? Does Luke prefer swords or axes in battle? Does Luke think I'm pretty?" It was enough to drive her insane.

It was during dinner one evening, however, when she finally heard what Luke thought of her. They were eating an American meal of turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, and fresh bread on the side when Luke leaned over and asked, "Did you do something different to your hair today?"

Kathryn hid her blush behind her silver chalice as she replied, "Yeah, I—uh—braided it."

"It looks nice."

Just when Kathryn thought she was going to die, something slimy landed on the top of her head. Wincing, she reached up to feel her hair. Green bean casserole—in her hair. She glanced over at Luke and found, to her chagrin, that he was trying very hard to hold in his laughter, and failing miserably.

"Did you really just do that?" she demanded, picking up her spoon, which had mashed potatoes on it.

"Maybe," he replied, trying to look innocent.

"Wrong move, Castellan," she growled as she flicked the mashed potatoes at his face. The mashed potatoes landed right between his eyes and slowly dribbled down the bridge of his nose to the tip of his nose, where they hung for a moment, as though deciding whether they would heed gravity's call or not. Kathryn snickered at Luke's expression of shock. Had he really thought she wouldn't retaliate? Oh well, his mistake.

"Oh, it's on." Luke smirked as another camper nearby yelled, "Food fight!"

Suddenly, there was food flying everywhere. Kathryn quickly ducked beneath a table, taking a silver platter with her. Using the platter as a shield, she dodged, ducked, and slid between people as flying mashed potatoes splattered across unsuspecting faces and chunks of turkey battered into lines of campers. Ares' cabin was being organized by Clarisse, each camper had a shield and plenty of food to chuck.

Kathryn was nearly at the edge of the dining hall when a pair of arms wrapped around her knees and dragged her back under a table.

"Get off!" she cried, kicking at her captor. She flipped over and found herself staring into a familiar pair of blue eyes.

"I wasn't done yet," Luke said with a pout before rubbing a huge amount of mashed potatoes into her hair. She gasped as he dabbed a dallope of green bean casserole onto the tip of her nose.

"You are evil!" she exclaimed.

"Not really," he retorted. "Also, I really did like your hair."

With that, he leaned forward and licked the green bean casserole from the tip of her nose. Kathryn's entire face burned, causing Luke to grin. The chaos around them slowly died down, but neither of them moved from beneath the table.

"You're really insufferable, you know that?" she said softly. Then, she leaned forward and kissed him. His eyes fluttered close and he reached up to cup her face, pulling her closer to him. As he pulled away, he noticed a wicked gleam in her eye.

"Oh no—" His exclamation died in his throat as an entire serving bowl of mashed potatoes came down on his head.

"Gotcha."