Prompt from Lily: Poking and British Tea
A giggle, then a cough, a very 'I Have Something To Say' cough.
"I, Percy Jackson, approve this message." After Percy's words, which were said in a voice that was deepened and said in a newscaster-type accent, there was flute music and another voice.
"If you love watching the sunrise and normal but boring coffee, then Satyr Brand British Tea is right for y—"
A very confused "Uh" cut Grover off (who had been speaking in a very bad British accent) and then, "What makes it so British?"
A sigh, then, "Cut!" from Grover. Foot-, or, rather, hoof-steps, light as if on grass, walked away from the camera.
"It's British, Nico, because it's the kind where you add cream and sugar and is best served with little biscuits. It's really quite—"
A sharp, rather loud laugh cut him off. "Biscuits?" Nico, very amused.
"It's nothing to joke about!" Hoofsteps approached the camera, and a yell of "From the top!" lead to Percy's mini announcement. After was the flute music, although this time it was a little more angry.
"If you love watching—"
"Hey! Quit poking me!" Percy, from right behind the camera. "Nico, seriously, this is important."
A snort from next to the camera. "Because a 'British tea' commercial is so crucial to... Anything."
"Yes! It is! And if you don't quit poking me I'll—"
"You'll...?" Nico, amused and taunting.
"I'll poke you back!" A snicker, then an abrupt "Ow!" and then a slight crashing noise as the camera, no doubt, hit the grass.
"G-uy-s!" Grover, whining, hoofsteps coming closer. "Can you stop having a poke war for five— Ow!"
Two snickers, then a crash that sounded like a glass and wood.
"My tea set! And my table! My British tea!"
Grover's sobs caused the other two to erupt in laughter.