[ partially successful and yet there's still a fine dusting that settles in nico's dark hair as the bag poofs when opened. it's to be expected, though. two teenage boys trying to cook for themselves is likely to lead to some kind of mess. nico just wishes it hadn't landed in his hair. oh well.

giving his head and hair a shake, unsettling the flour, he lifts a hand to shake the rest out and then reaches across the counter for one of the measuring cups. ]

Here. It says to sift one and a half cups of flour into the bowl. [ and while percy does (or doesn't) do that, he begins shifting through the spoons to find the right size for the baking powder and salt. ] Yeah, I know. I mean there are people who like me, surprisingly. It's still weird that people actually want me around. But it's just... different when it's Christmas, I guess. Kind of reminds me of that time I stopped by and you shared your blue birthday cake with me. It's something... more.

[ intimate, he'd say. but doesn't think it's the right word to use. it might make things a bit awkward and at the moment, there's almost a sense of comfort between them that he doesn't want to disturb. ]