PJO

*Percy was sneezing surrounded by flowers* Will: "You grew three hundred daffodils in Annabeth's bed. At midnight. In the rain." Percy: "She was sad! Girls like flowers!" Annabeth, from the next cot: "You grew them in my ARMOR." Percy: "They were pretty?" Annabeth: "They were YELLOW. Now EVERYTHING is yellow. I LOVE YOU but I'm going to BURY YOU in them." *More daffodils pop up from Percy's stress. Will just wrote in his clipboard; 'Love is contagious. Both in quarantine*