Percy never understood why the animals at camp seemed to love you so damn much.

Literally every animal throughout Camp Half-Blood was enamored with you. Even the pegasi tolerated you, including Blackjack, who directly communicated it to Percy.

It was honestly endearing, although sometimes a little inconvenient.

Percy had invited you to hangout and have a picnic, seeing as you definitely needed a break from your chores, training, and volunteer work at the infirmary.

Everything was going great, and he loved talking to you, although every few minutes a bird or a squirrel or whatever animal it was would get curious and scurry over to you.

This time, he was halfway through making some cheesy joke when a monarch butterfly suddenly appeared, landing on the tip of your nose.

“Seriously?” He groans. “Again?“