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?
