Percy chucks his backpack on the floor and whatever is inside clatters like a storm in a bottle.
Jason looks over, a frown already creasing his brow, “Pers…” He looks up at the boy before him, casually laying out the tattered grey fabric they’re deciding to call a picnic blanket— even on its best days the camp store offers little in the way of wholesome entertainment. “What exactly did you put in that backpack?”
“Picnic stuff.” Casual reply as he flops down, spreading himself out like a melted snow angel.
“Yes…” Jason places himself down next to his boyfriend, confusion and burning curiosity making art work of his expression. “But what exactly is ‘picnic stuff’?”
Percy puts a hand up, creating a shadow over his eyes so he can look at Jason. “Well, you know i can’t cook, right?”
“Mhm yes, although picnic stuff doesn’t typically require cooking persé, more like ingredients, but go on.”
“So i ended up bringing plates and cutlery from the dining hall.” He grins, bright and clear as he stares up at his world.
Jason falls into disarrayed silence. One beat. Another. A third for good measure.
He looks at Percy. At the black backpack holding down a corner of the blanket. Back at Percy.
“You uh…” He tries to form coherent understanding. Fails miserably. “You brought the stuff we eat off of instead of the stuff we eat?”
“Yep.” Biggest smile in the world. Those green eyes shine like afternoon sun.
“I know you’ve just returned from a quest with Grover, but surely you understand demigods can’t eat plates? We are not so satyr-fied.”
Percy squints at him, looks to his backpack, bursts out laughing. His body folds in half with the pull of his amusement. Shaking like the leaves hanging over them in this little grove.
“I didn’t expect us to eat the plates Grace.” He gasps, tears pooling at the corners of his eyes as he attempts to control himself, Fails miserably. “They’re the magic plates from the dining hall–“ He pulls them out of the bag, laying them out before their folded bodies. “I figured we could just wish for what we want.”
“Oh.” Reddened cheeks, redder ears staining that pretty skin. “Does it work if we’re not in the dining hall?” Cleared throat. Swift recovery. Stumbling straight into giggles.
“What will we do if it doesn’t?”
“I know what i’ll be eating.” Smirk straight into his heart. Troublemaker in 3…2… “You!” Percy laughs as he tackles his boyfriend to the ground and presses kisses into all the curves and angles of his face.
“Pers!” Jason laughs moving his face away from the soft attack even as he holds that waist so they don’t separate.
Turns out the dining hall doesn’t have a long-range setting.
What a picnic indeed. Fails joyfully.
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