(This takes place between TLH and MOA, when The Argo II was being built, for reference. Telling y'all so you know where it is and also the circumstances. Love you !!)

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Having been raised by wolves, Jason Grace isn't really talented in more domestic, household things. He's more of a 'I'd-kill-a-Titan-for-you' guy than a 'I'll-make-you-dinner-and-clean-your-kitchen' guy.

You, on the other hand, are actually really good at things like that, specifically baking. You've always found it to be a relaxing hobby, and have developed a lot of your own recipes in your free time (which demigods don't have much of).

The other day, while Jason was training you in combat, he asked if you'd be willing to teach him how to bake something. You agreed, and you two made plans to hang out on Wednesday.

Today's Wednesday.

You and Jason are in the kitchen of the Big House, you having received permission from Chiron yesterday. He's in a too-small apron that says 'Kiss The Cook' on it, a determined look on his face.

Jason pours flour into the mixer and turns it on the highest setting, and flour sprays in his face. He coughs, turning to you. His cheeks are covered in flour, and his eyelashes are completely white. ''Um, I think I did something wrong.''