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In all the years Leo had known him, Jason had never, ever looked more skeptical, and that was saying a lot. To be fair, the skepticism was a little justified here, not that Leo would ever admit it.
“You think I can’t crack an egg,” Jason repeated slowly, staring at Leo like he’d just claimed he found a new way to count to five.
“I know you can’t crack an egg using your bicep,” Leo corrected.
“I can crush an egg with one hand, Leo. Why wouldn’t I be able to do this?”
“It’s got something to do with, like, surface pressure and junk,” Leo insisted. “Seriously, try it.”
Jason glanced down at the egg in his hand that he’d been about to scramble for fried rice, then hesitantly put it in the crook of his elbow and flexed like he was about to do a bicep curl. “So, if I squeeze it right now, it won’t crack.”
“No, no, no. You gotta do it like a gun show flex type thing.”
“Like this?” Jason moved his arm so that it was parallel with the floor. When Leo nodded, he grabbed the egg and turned it long ways. “Okay, then it will crack like this?”
“No!” Leo insisted. “It’s impossible either way!”
“Then why did it matter so much which direction my arm went?”
Leo paused and considered that, trying to math it out before shaking his head. “It just does. Trust me.”
“When you say that it makes me want to trust you less!” Jason huffed. “You’re setting me up, I know you are.”
Leo’s jaw dropped in mild offense, but he also couldn’t help but start giggling. “Dude! I’m literally standing right here. Why would I want either of us to get splashed with raw egg?”
Jason’s face puckered in suspicion, but the logic held firm, so he slowly started to squeeze. “So, it won’t crack?”
“No! It’s, like, science. Like how you can get a lightbulb in your mouth, but you cant take it out. I even tried it myself earlier and nothing happened.”
“To be fair, you struggle to crack eggs on the counter sometimes.”
“Fuck you! No I don’t!”
Jason squeezed a bit more before immediately backing off. “You’re absolutely lying. I can already feel it cracking!”
Leo was doubled over wheezing by this point. “It won’t, I promise!”
“Then why are you laughing?”
“Because your face!” Leo took a moment to center his breathing, then reached up to grab Jason by the ears and pressed their noses together. “Jace, I super duper pinky promise that I am not fucking with you right now. Promise.”
Jason studied his face, looking for any sign of falsehood that wasn’t there before he sighed. “Okay, fine. But if this gets on me–”
“It won’t!”
Jason nodded, then took a deep breath to center himself and got into position. He began to flex, his muscles bulging. His eyes widened as the egg held strong, and he squeezed even harder. Leo felt bright satisfaction blooming in his chest, and he was about to open his mouth to gloat when suddenly–
CRACK!
Both Leo and Jason’s jaws fell right to the floor before Jason turned the most wounded, betrayed look imaginable on Leo. Leo had his hand held up to his mouth in shock, staring at the egg mess all over Jason’s arm. “I watched a Tik Tok and it said it wasn’t possible.”
“Leo!”
“It’s not my fault! I really, really didn’t think that would happen!”
“I have raw egg on my shirt, Leo,” Jason said in his most stern voice. “Thalia gave me this shirt.”
Leo rolled his eyes. “She did not. You got it at a thrift store to give to her.”
“Okay, but it’s still, like, connected to her.”
“You bought it two years ago, and kept forgetting to give it to her, and now you’re too embarrassed to admit it. She doesn’t even like Nirvana, and you know it.” Jason was still pouting mightily, so Leo got up on his toes and kissed him. “Okay, look. Since this was kinda–”
“Completely.”
“–kinda my fault, how about you go take a shower and I’ll clean up down here and finish dinner. Sound fair?”
Jason grumbled for a moment longer before he kissed Leo, too. “Okay, fair. But I’m not doing any more Tik Tok experiments with you ever again.”
“Deal.”
With his future safety secured (for at least as long as Jason's will could stand against Leo’s curiosity) Jason huffed out another one of those cute little puppy snorts of his and slumped out of the kitchen, unfortunately leaving Leo alone with the consequences of his actions. His nose wrinkled as he looked at the mess of egg and shell for a moment before pulling out his phone.
He was pretty sure he saw a Tik Tok about cleaning up egg earlier.