Chapter 9 Thanksgiving

We celebrated Thanksgiving in Hestia's room because it kinda seemed fitting for Thanksgiving to be held in the room of the goddess of the hearth. "Guys we just survived 28 days without dialogue." I said. "Well, except the constant "Trick-or-Treats on Halloween." Percy replied. "Shut up, Percy!" Katie retorted. "Hestia, you done with that turkey?" Zeus said hungrily. "Almost!" Hestia replied. "Hurry up, Hebe!" Hestia said. "Hera, remember the syringe of flavors." Hestia ordered. "OK." Hera said. By the time the food was done, Hestia had cooked a giant bowl of steamed corn, a big bowl of gravy, a turkey the size of Mount Olympus, and practically a giant version of everything you eat on Thanksgiving, even a birthday cake for me. [Percy: It's your birthday? Me: Dad never told you? Percy: Heck, I didn't even know you existed. Me: Harsh.] "Um how do you expect for us to eat all of us to eat that?" Annabeth asked. "The same way we all ate 99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999991 pieces of candy in one day." Hestia answered. "Any leftovers go to Elysium and the Isle of the Blest." Hades said. We all devoured that thing. It looked like a bleeding fish in the middle of a school of sharks. To sum it up, it was a feeding frenzy. "OK, who ate the bones?" Annabeth asked. "Hey, bone marrow is healthy for you." Athena said. "Says the woman whose sacred animal regurgitates pellets." Poseidon said. "Actually I turned into one of those birds that throws bones on the ground and eats the edible marrow." I said. "Reality gets what he gets, I guess." Percy said.