Prompt from Lily: Red pants, red velvet ice cream cake, and Annabeth
There are the noises of a shopping center: cart wheels, plastic bag noises, the clunk of someone close by heavily dropping a gallon of water, families arguing viciously over what flavor of Pop-Tart to buy...
There was a light humming, then someone singing with a slight bleating at the a's, "Walmart, Walmart, Wally-Wally-Walmart."
"Hey! Grove!"
"Hey! Annie!"
"Point taken. So can you– Wait. What are you doing?"
"Filming this family scream at each other over what food to get."
"Er–"
"So what'd ya want?"
"Just for you to use the camera setting on that to take a picture of me in these."
"Uh, yeah, about those... Why are you wearing shiny red pants? And why are you wearing a read shirt, hat, and shoes?" There was a gasp. "Are you entering the Twizzler Contest?"
Annabeth sighed, probably missing Grover's attempt at sarcasm.
"Because, my dear Grover, they're velvety and smell like red-velvet cake."
"... And that's cool why?"
"It's– How can you not think that's cool?"
"I only like ice cream cake."
"But– Okay. So they smell like red velvet ice cream cake."
"Eh."
"Eh?!"
"Eh."