"Nico, you can cook?"
"Uh, yeah!"
Nico poured some pasta into two separate bowls. Pouring in some sauce, adding some spices, and topping it off with a chef's kiss, he bent down to pull out some bread he'd buttered and baked. He poured finished up his mini salad and placed everything together on the table.
He would never admit this, but he felt connected to his Mama when he cooked. Feeling closer to her gave him joy and filled him with childhood memories of his Mama showing him and his sister how to cook as little ones, singing and dancing and making the best food.
Think about it, what Italian can't cook? It's a part of the culture, part of the way of life.
Percy walked up to the table and looked at all the gorgeously colored and seasoned food. "Damn... Looks delicious, babe."
Nico shrugged, smiling with pride, "It's nothing special. Everyone always loves this dish."
"You're specialty, huh? Just for me?" Percy joked, sitting down and picking up his fork.
Nico rolled his eyes playfully, "Be lucky I didn't poison it."
Percy picked at the pasta first, scooping up some delicious pasta and taking a bite. The flavor exploded in his mouth and he lifted his eyebrows.
"Damn," he repeated. "Freaking delicious, babe."
Nico nearly blushed at that, sitting down next to him, "I know. Thank you."
It meant the world to be sharing this with Percy, now that his Mama and Bianca are gone.
"I'll make it for you any time," he noted.
Percy nodded, "Every day."
He chuckled, "Might as well hire me as your personal chef."
"With a specialty like this? I'd hire you instantly."
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Nico di Angelo One-shots
FanfictionI love Nico di Angelo, as you may have noticed. I have one-shot books for him on Tap, he's a main character in AT LEAST half of my stories, and is one of my FAVORITE characters Rick Riordan created. To sum it up, I'm a fangirl. So, I now present to...
