At first, Percy is determined to hate you.

You kidnapped him. Tied him to a mast. Stole him from camp like you were grocery shopping. Easy villain. Easy enemy…Except you don’t act like any villain he’s ever met.

Percy is still tied up, glaring at the ocean, when he hears:

“PERCY! LOOK!”

You’re standing on the railing of the ship holding up a glittery, sparkly, obviously fake plastic trident someone found in a dollar store. It’s glowing. Because you duct-taped glow sticks to it. You’re so proud of yourself you’re practically vibrating.

Percy blinks. “…Is that supposed to be my dad’s—?”

“Yes!” You beam. “It’s the Ultra-Mega Death Trident of Powerful Power.”

“That is… not a thing.”

“It is now!”

You waddle over, still holding the glowing monstrosity like a holy relic, and Percy can’t help it — his mouth twitches. Just a little. A very tiny, traitorous smile.

You gasp like you just won the Olympics. “Did you just SMILE? Was that a smile—?!”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“It wasn’t— stop celebrating—”

You’re already dancing around the deck. Percy groans, but it’s the kind of groan people make when they’re trying not to laugh.