I walked downstairs, to the kitchen of the apartment which Percy and I share.
It was mess.
No, I don't mean living with Percy (I mean, that was sometimes a mess too.) The kitchen was: Blue cookie dough on all of the cabinets, in Percy's hair, on his shirt, basically everywhere but the bowl.
"What happened?". I asked Percy, half-laughing and half angry.
"Uh." He said, picking a glob of cookie dough out of his hair. "I was trying to make cookies, you know, for my mom. It's her birthday. And... well, I'm not %100 sure what happened. Maybe some god pulled a prank? But, um, yeah."
That wasn't the greatest explanation, but I rolled my eyes and kissed him anyway, getting cookie dough on my clothes as well.
Percy grinned, "So, you're helping me clean this up, right?".
I looked him in the eye. He looked like a freaking baby seal.
"Ugh, fine." I got a towel and started mopping up the cookie dough.
Percy got a towel of his own and joined me on the floor. "Great." He muttered. "Now what'll I do for Mom's birthday?".
"Blue candy?". I suggested. "That's symbolic."
"I want to do something that takes effort." He said, "Nothing store bought."
"You can make more cookies, I'll help, and you should toss in a prayer to Hestia, she's the goddess of baking." I said.
Percy nodded and glanced up at the sky for a second, he had more respect for Hestia than he did for most other gods. Then he smiled: "Okay, now let's make some cookies!".
This was S.U.P.E.R short. But, like, I don't think it was that bad.