What If Three Days Meant Forever?

Waffles

"Can they do that?" I ask in disbelief.

"They're the gods." She shrugs. "They can do whatever. I'm coming up with new points for the next meeting to try and sway them back to me, but it's difficult when they all have little to no sense of humility or empathy, other than Hestia, who isn't really an Olympian and therefore, cannot vote to my cause."

"So basically, the odds are against you no matter what?"

"Precisely." She confirms. "I've been trying to look on the bright side and not slip into my dark place again and all that, 'cause whenever I do, the Whitlocks takes me to this therapist lady who just tells me what's wrong with me - and not even in the diagnosis way, but more the insulting way - thus sending me down into a deeper darker place. And I know I don't have to go, but I feel bad just rejecting their help 'cause I know it's really just a projection of how they wish they could help Quinton, but he's not there, so I have to be the replacement and blah blah blah. But I digress. At least Percy and I are closer." She says while pumping her fist into the air in faux enthusiasm.

"Are those waffles?" We turn to look toward where the voice came from, which is no other than Percy Jackson who's standing in the kitchen with Jason Grace.

"Speak of Hades." Monique mumbles under her breath. "They're mine. Get you're own, Perce."

"Oh, come on, Moni. Hook me and Jason up, will you?"

"Moni?" I ask with a small smile.

"Shut up," Monique groans.

"Waffles?" Percy asks again.

"No." Monique answers indefinitely, making a show of pulling the plate closer to her.

"You haven't even touched them." Jason points out with a groan.

"Um? Don't even start with me, Boy Next Door. There is a whole fridge behind you with eggos. You could even get ingredients to make waffles."

"Are you even going to eat those?" Jason asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Irrelevant."

"Monique, I swear," Percy starts, walking closer to his sister. "if you don't give me those waffles, when we get back to camp, I'll dutch oven your comforter to hell."

Monique gasps in utter shock. "You're disgusting!" She shouts, shaking her head to herself. "You're willing to stink-bomb our entire cabin for a waffle?"

Percy shrugs his shoulders calmly as he sits down next to me, keeping his eyes trained on his sister. Jason soon follows suit, taking a seat next to Percy and eyeing the waffles hungrily. "That can all be avoided if you give me a waffle." Monique shakes her head before taking a waffle off the top of the tower and biting into it. "Monique, the entire cabin will stink for months. Think about that."

"I could just stay at the Whitlocks," Monique points out defensively.

Percy chuckles, somewhat cruelly. "You really think that'll stop me? Somehow, someway, you'll pay for this decision for the rest of your life."

"Percy-"

"Just one waffle for each of us." Monique glares at the two boys for a count of four before finally pushing the plate away and crossing her arms with a scowl. "Told you." Percy says as he nudges Jason's side.

"I hate you." Monique mumbles.

"Aw, love you too, sister."

"So, how did you guys enjoy the wedding?" I ask, trying to stifle a laugh.

"The food was good." Percy says with his mouth full of the waffle he just stuffed in whole.

"Piper and I danced a bunch." Jason smiles, taking a nibble out of his waffle. "Thanks for letting us tag along, Will."