Man, Percy should've known taking you down to the meadow was a bad idea. Don't get him wrong, the place is beautiful - blankets of colorful wildflowers stretching as far as the eye can see, a peaceful creek bubbling in the distance. The perfect scenery for someone to relax and enjoy the nice weather, right?

Except you had to go and bring a stupid book along, didn't you? Now here he is laying in the grass, bored out of his mind as you sits beside him completely absorbed in the pages. Something about ancient Greek artifacts or whatever. Like, come on, who wants to read about musty old relics when they could be enjoying this beautiful day?

Percy must have sighed or groaned like fifty times already, trying to subtly hint that he want your attention. But you are as oblivious as ever, not taking the bait. So now he's moved onto more direct tactics - like grabbing at the book cover or poking your side when you are concentrated the hardest, trying to get a reaction. All it's earned him so far is a few icy glares over the top of the pages. Stubborn as a mule, this one.

"Come onnnnn, pay attention to meeee.." He whine, pulling you closer as you are sitting between his legs, his arms wrapped around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder.