Chapter Text
Today was a very important day for Perseus Jackson.
It could very well be one of the most important days of his life.
More important than the day he saved the world and met his mother since he was but a babe.
Far, far more important than the day of the Big Bad Prophecy.
It was Annabeth's birthday... and he had totally forgotten it. There was no time for excuses or simple thoughts, only pure instinct. His form exploded into fire as he flame-bursted from his seat in the pavilion to the kitchen, heedless of others whether they be Nymph, Satyr, or Demigod.
He now stood before a mostly empty island counter with an oven right behind him. Then, in a blur of movement, he had his ingredients and equipment before him. The chef's knife in his tight grip gleamed with his intent, as well as the from the flames spewing from his eyes being literally ablaze due to the sheer emotional intensity of the situation.
He closed his eyes before taking a deep breath, before exhaling and shooting them open. What followed can only be described as one thing through mortal tongue;
Munchkin-sodomy.
The poor Nymph to his right who had gone unnoticed by Percy seemingly could only watch with her jaw slack and eyes bulging from the impossible thing happening in front of her.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Aww, thank you Percy!" Annabeth said as her birthday cake was laid before her.
"It was the least I could do for my Wise-Girl, Wise-Girl." He said as he smiled at her while taking the seat to her left. This allowed Annabeth to land a kiss on his cheek and then lean over to the side of his head to whisper something in his ear. He blushed a deep red with steam literally coming off of his face.
"By the way, who's your new friend?" Annabeth asked Percy before also quietly adding, "she doesn't really seem all... there." Percy blinked at her in confusion, "What new friend?" She held up a finger that pointed to the person in question that was apparently behind Percy, who he quickly turned to face. "Uhm, can I help you miss?" Percy asked the unintended third wheel of their group. The person in question, however, did not respond.
For she was still utterly slack jawed with her eyes bulging from the madness she had witnessed first hand.