There was an obsession with Cheez Whiz circling around the cape. Will couldn't open the cupboard without finding eight or nine cans of it, the kind that you could spray directly into your mouth if you were so inclined. He was surprised that nobody had skin riddled with acne from all the grease, preservatives, and fat packed into the metal cylinders and consumed on a daily basis.

At Will's house, there rarely was any junk food. Good food, yes-his stepmom's bacon-and-potato casserole would always make his mouth water, and Kayla baked cookies nearly every weekend with names like Death By Fudge and Peanut Chunk Supremes-but no store-bought, chemical-laden, good-old junk food. Potato chips? Forget it. Mallowmars? Only on vacation.

Cheez Whiz? Might as well be devil spawn.

"It's just not healthy," he tried to explain to Frank, for the hundredth time. "As an occasional snack, sure, but every day? It heightens your sodium levels, fills your bloodstream with soluble fats, increases your risk of a heart attack or cancer-" Here, he stopped.

Frank arched an eyebrow at him(everybody could do it now, thanks to Nico's teaching).

Will handed the Cheez Whiz over without further lecture.

a/n-"what on earth have I just read?", you're probably asking. "what is this chapter that simply wasted my time?"
Or, y'know, maybe you don't care and have decided that this is the final straw for you, you're going to stop reading this pointless story. I don't know, whatever. :)
Well, if you do care-this is shameless filler while I work on the last few chapters of Gone. Rather than drag on forever(there are roughly eight or nine chapters left), I've decided to split the remaining story in two and post it as a whole. If you're interested in seeing a sequel, please let me know by commenting on the last chapter! If not, you guys have been a really great audience and I can't wait until my next PJO/HoO fanfic is ready! I hope that you check it out(unabashedly toots own horn).
xoxo-nerice