percy, playfully: on a scale of 1 to 10, how much do you love me?
annabeth: right now? maybe a 6
percy: what, why?
annabeth, scoffing and rolling her eyes:
percy: what? i’m confu— oh my gods. this again? for the last time, it is not my fault that the store didn’t have my shampoo that you love! you are just going to have to deal with my hair smelling like sea and surf instead of nautical fresh for a little while!
annabeth: you could get it online!
percy: THEY’RE OUT OF STOCK!
grover: i miss when you two fought about normal things. like possibly fatal quests

















