I was reading an architectural book when Aphrodite came into the throne room.

She was screaming "OTP! OTP! OTP!"

"Aphrodite, what are you doing?" I asked her.

"OTP! OTP! OTP! OTP!"

"What does that mean?"

"ONE TRUE PAIRING!!!!!"

"Who's your OTP?" I asked her.

"Percabeth! OTP! OTP! OTP!"

Now I was annoyed. "Can you not say that anymore?"

Aphrodite nodded, then started whispering, "OTP... OTP... OTP...."

I glared at her. She then ran out of the room. Wimp....