“I don’t care you say, we are not making a cake!” Thalia barked at Percy.
He frowned. “Why not? My mom’s got a few lying around here. We could probably do it.”
“Percy,” Thalia sighed exasperatedly, “What don’t you understand? We are demigods. Demigods do not cook, for good reason.”
“What reason?” Percy questioned, throwing his hands up in the air. “There is no reason that a demigod can’t cook.”
“Is the recipe in Greek?”
Percy pouted. “We can figure it out. Come on, Thals, it’ll be fine.”
“No, it will not,” she said incredulously. “What don’t you understand about this?”
“English plus demigod equals no food?”
Thalia just groaned. “No, Percy. I can promise you, something will go wrong.”
“If it does it’s my fault,” he decided. “Please, can we make a chocolate cake?”
Thalia glared at the boy for a solid minute before exhaling. “Fine. But if we burn the complex down, we all know who’s fault it is.”
“I’ll just put it out. I’m more worried about you killing me,” Percy commented.
“And I will if you don’t find a recipe!” He jumped and scrambled off into the kitchen in hopes of finding himself a recipe before Thalia could electrocute him to death.
He eventually found one, though it was, of course, in some fancy cursive font that neither teen could read. Thalia wanted to call up Annabeth and ask her, but Percy refused and entirely convinced that they could decipher it. Thalia doubted it, but gave in and agreed. Wouldn’t be her fault.
As it turned out, Thalia was right.
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Snowfall
FanfictionSeeing Thalia Grace in a dress was not something Percy thought he would ever see. Then again, everyone dressed up fancy for the New Years party that Chiron decided Camp Half-Blood would be hosting. Percy probably would've been laughing at her if she...
