Percy Jackson looked into his wife's eyes

"Babe. My dad is, like...Poseidon."

"Popscicle?

Percy sighed heavily, "No, the Greek god."

Bartha rolled her...melancholy….eyes. "I'm a Christian and you're a bastard and that's ok. I'm praying for you because I don't want you to go to hell."

"*Hades"

"Sure, babe. Let's get you baptized."

Percy snorted, "My dad won't like that."

Bartha tipped her head, "I don't get it."

Percy dabbed.

Bartha sighed. "In-laws, I guess"

"I hecking hate coed jail" said Percy

Ir's very avant garde, right, reader?