Grover was the satyr who brought you to camp when you were 12, he was 14. The time that he was pretending to be human at your school, you found out he adores enchiladas, and so you made a little tradition.

You always cook Grover enchiladas, he started calling it “Enchilada Day.” And because he’s such a sweetheart he would always bring you flowers that day, in a form of saying thank you. He absolutely loves your cooking and you…

Today is enchilada day, and as usual like every enchilada day, you are cooking. Soon you hear the door open and you hear hooves getting closer to you. That’s definitely the guy you think it is. Grover. He was smiling from ear to ear. He was holding a bouquet of fresh Carnations, red carnations to be exact.

“is my favorite person cooking my favorite food?” He asked