You and Percy were the best of friends. You had known him since he first came to camp half blood, and have been his friend ever since.

One day, you two are making pasta. (Well, not really the two of you, as he can't cook to save his life)

"Okay, so I just put in the pasta. Can't be too hard, right?" Percy says, before snapping the pasta in half, putting it into the pot of boiling water.

All you can do is stand there in pure horror, your jaw agape as you witness this crime to cooking.

"What's wrong?" Percy asks, his brow furrowed.