percy, walking in the door: what smells so good?
annabeth, beaming: i made you every type of blue dessert that i could think of!
percy: oh yeah? what’s the occasion? oh crap, did i forget an anniversary?
annabeth: can’t a wife just bake for her husband?
annabeth, staring at him:
percy, firmly: wise girl, we are not having another baby.
annabeth, frustrated: oh come on percy! why not?
percy: we’ve talked about this. we agreed to be done years ago. we have three, and they’ve destroyed half of our belongings! i mean, sure it would be fun, and i love babies and having kids with you, but we can’t just—
annabeth: if you agree to another baby, i’ll agree to another dog.
percy: are you bribing me into having a child?
annabeth: of course not! …why? is it working?
percy: of course not! but… keep talking.
annabeth: we can get a brand new little puppy. and you can choose both the breed and the name. maybe you can finally get that shepherd mix you’ve always wanted.
percy, rubbing his beard and thinking:
percy: you know, i’ve heard the transition from 3 to 4 kids is super easy. the little one would probably just fit right in.
annabeth: exactly. and since we’re so busy, my pregnancy will fly by. and the labor will be super fast since it’s my 4th. it’ll all happen in the blink of an eye. we’ll hardly even notice.
percy: true. then the baby and the puppy can just entertain each other.
annabeth: they’ll practically cancel each other out. and this way we’ll have an even number of kids.
percy, pointing at her: good for roller roasters.
annabeth, pointing at him: and family game nights.