[ once the ingriedients are gathered and set out before them, he gives a look over the items percy's brought out. everything appears to be in order, as far as he knows, and that's a good enough place to start. he's busy thinking about what step to take next when percy's question registers and at first, he doesn't know how to respond.

slowly, his gaze lifts to percy's eyes. so often he thinks of them as sea-green, but to be honest, the sea is so many colors between slate grey and dark blue that "sea-green" doesn't seem adequate. percy's eyes are the color of the ocean on a day when there's not a cloud in the sky and the waters are warm, lapping off the shore of some tropical island. which is a bit strange to think when he can't seem to picture percy outside of new york or new rome. it's a thought he has to shake away before he gets to caught up in his head.

so he turns to the device percy's set down and dances his fingers across the surface, calling up a seemingly easy recipe for pancake batter and then moves towards the large bowl that's been set out. ]

I guess... because I felt that- that maybe I wouldn't be alone this time. Besides, Will would get ticked off at me if I sat in my room by myself.