WE ARE SO SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY! WE HAVE LIKE 7 MILLION CHAPTERS IN THE WORKS ALL HOPEFULLY BE COMING OUT TODAY!

Gruniper is today's ship!

Disclaimer: A computer screen. That is what I see in front of me. Not the Blood of Olympus. Thats probably what Rick Riordan sees.


Trees and Trimming

"Okay, you two are in charge of getting a Christmas tree, since you're the nature pair," A sparkly Piper announced to Grover and Juniper.

"How exactly are we supposed to do that while we're hovering over New York?" Grover asked.

"You'll find away," Piper sing-songed. To herself, she added, "Now I gotta get these sparkles off my sweater before Hazel kills me..."

"Okay... Juniper, what should we do?" Grover asked.

"Well, we need to get at tree..." Juniper replied.

"Trees... Where could we get a tree... Wait! A TREE! Was Piper implying that we were to cut down a tree? I hope not! That's just cruel!" Grover shouted, jumping practically a foot in the air.

"Well, we could have Leo make a fake tree... I mean, my cousins would not like being dressed up in tinsel and ornaments or whatever you do at Christmas," Juniper replied.

"They also wouldn't like being dead! Christmas is so cruel. People hang dead branches on their doors like decorations!" Grover was working himself up into a righteous anger.

"Calm down, Grover. I so agree with you, but humans have been doing it for centuries, and we can't change a tradition like that quickly. Right now we have to find Leo and get our job done." Juniper put her arm around Grover.

"Okay, let's check the Kitchen," Grover suggested.

"Why the kitchen?" Juniper asked, pulling her green shawl over her shoulders, the cold from outside was leaking in a bit.

"He likes to spend his time there with Calypso," Grover replied.

Juniper grinned. "That's sweet, but I bet he can't cook to save his life."

"Actually, he's pretty good. You should try his enchiladas." Grover closed his eyes in bliss. "They taste as if Leo rolled up Mount Olympus and put it in a tortilla."

Laughing, Juniper pulled Grover down the hall. "Come on, maybe we can get him to make some for us after we ask about the tree."

"Leo!" Grover shouted, knocking on the kitchen door.

"Mmmphhh!" Came from inside, as if someone had fallen off a stool.

"What do you want?" Leo shouted back, while Calypso giggled, probably helping Leo up from the ground.

"We need a tree! And not a real one!" Grover replied, opening the door to see Calypso half bent over in laughter and a Leo with a salad bowl on his head.

"Umm, Leo, why do you have a salad bowl on your head?" Juniper asked.

"Well, you see, when Grover here knocked on the door, I may or may not have fallen and caused a chain reaction of letting the salad bowl fall on my head," Leo replied, taking the salad bowl off his head.

"Good for you..." Juniper replied.

"Anyway... We need a tree and I think that you would be able to make a nice tree," Grover said, changing the topic.

"Okay, but we need to get specific. Size, height, full branches or not," Leo replied.

"How about, decently large, five to six feet tall with full branches and a side of enchiladas," Grover replied.

"Got it... And would you like those enchiladas with tofu?" Leo asked, taking some tortillas out of his tool belt. How they got there, Grover didn't want to know.

"Yes, we're vegetarians," Grover replied, eying the bag of tortillas as if he wanted to snatch them and eat them right then and there. Which he did.

"Like Piper," Leo replied, taking tofu and a large serving platter out of his tool belt this time.

"We're gonna go get decorations now, how about you get working on the tree first," Juniper suggested.

"Got it," Leo replied.

Grover and Juniper decided on natural decorations. Juniper asked some of her cousins if she could borrow some of their hair ornaments (Pinecones, if you didn't get it) and they borrowed some old bird's nests that were irritating her cousins hair. How Juniper managed to contact her cousins from the Argo II, Grover will never know. Probably some sort of tree nymph magic.

"Let's go check on Leo," Juniper suggested. The two of them walked back to the Kitchen to ask Calypso where Leo was.

"Calypso, where is Leo?" Juniper asked.

"In the Mess Hall where the party is going to be. He's setting up your tree at the moment, but asked me to give you these," Calypso replied, pulling the serving platter out of the oven a scooping out a chuck on enchilada onto a plate for Grover.

"Mmm, thanks," Grover replied, taking a bite of the enchilada, plate and all.

"Lets get going, you can eat on the way," Juniper replied.

"Fine," Grover grumbled, shoving the enchilada back into his mouth.

"Leo! Is the tree ready?" Juniper shouted as they walked into the Mess Hall.

"Yes ma'am!" Leo replied, standing at attention with his fingers in salute.

The tree was about five and a half feet tall and very bushy.

"Thanks Leo," Juniper replied. "You can go now," Leo scampered out the door.

Grover walked up to the tree and sniffed at it, walking around it in a constructive and observing manner.

"Hmmm, it'll do... Let's get decorating!" Grover exclaimed, dumping out the decorations, onto his head.

"Of course, Grover," Juniper replied, taking a birds nest out of his hair.

"Do you happen to know why there are lines of sparkles on the wall?" Grover asked while hanging a pine cone on the branches.

"Nope. I assume it would be Jason and Piper, because they were decorating this room," Juniper replied, lodging a birds nest into the tree.

The couple settled down to decorating. Leo had somehow known they would want fake birds (probably because of Calypso) so they put those in the tree too.

"Time to put on the topper!" Grover shouted.

"I am pretty sure you are hyped up on enchiladas," Juniper replied, taking an especially shiny bird and sticking it on top of the tree.

"It's crooked!" Grover exclaimed, standing on the chair Juniper used and made a minuscule adjustment. "Now that we're done, let's get more enchiladas!"

"Yes Grover, more enchiladas," Juniper replied, leading Grover out the door before he could break anything.


Okay, sorry about the lateness...

CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM!