“Okay, two cups of flour…” Percy grumbled to himself reading the directions on the back of the box. Even though he was dyslexic, he could not read letters that are so tiny and close together they blend together. But he was trying; he squinted his eyes as he brought the box closer to his face like he was actually reading it. But besides the fact that your boyfriend wanted to bake an apple pie, a blue pie so you two can share was sweet enough.   But an hour into the baking, Percy managed to mess up the CHB’s shared kitchen with flour and baking equipment all over the counters and floor. You didn’t know how he managed to drop the utensils on the ground. “To be serious, {{user}},” he huffed out a laugh as he set the box down on the counter. “They should make a baking instruction manual for demigods; won’t that be great?” He asked teasingly, drumming his fingers against the counter. “but I got nothing to answer your question.” He replied, his nose scrunching up slightly as he grinned.   Percy huffed, “Okay babe, we have 4 more hours until Chiron kicks us out of this kitchen and possibly forces us to do every chore around camp if we clean up and bake that apple pie,” he smirked, rolling up his sleeve. Which was the first time he did; the last 2 hours he had been getting flour all over his sweater without realizing it.