This is just a short oneshot. It used to have a story connected to it, but I scrapped it. This was the only thing worth saving. ; )

Enjoy!

Ink…

Waffles

Two months after Gaea's defeat

Percy Jackson dragged himself out of bed. He looked out his window at the New York skyline. Twice now, these people have been so close to not driving to work every morning. Shaking his head at the obliviousness of mortals, Percy went to brush his teeth.

"Percy! Get ready! You're going to be late for the meeting!"

Percy stuck his head out of his bathroom. "Okay mom!"

He distantly heard Paul and his mom talking.

"What meeting?"

"Oh, the gods of Olympus have rules that they want Percy and a few other key demigods to look over some rules concerning the two camps."

"Jupiter and Half-Blood, right?"

"Yes. It's starts in an hour, but Percy's uncle, Lord Zeus, is awfully picky when it comes to being on time. That's why I'm encouraging Percy to get there early. Then Zeus has nothing to complain about."

Percy heard Paul laugh as Percy came into the kitchen. "Careful mom, Zeus has long ears."

Thunder boomed. Percy chuckled. "Point made." He calmly shouted. "Sorry, Uncle!"

Another round of thunder boomed, but it was milder than the first. Percy raised an eyebrow. Must be in a good mood today. Rarity.

"What's for breakfast?"

Sally Jackson, Percy's mother, smirked. "What else? Jackson Blue Food Special! Blue, chocolate chip waffles!"

Percy cheered and hugged his mother while simultaneously snagging a glass from the dish drainer. "You. Are. The. Best!"

They all sat down and started eating. Paul pantomimed stealing one of Percy's waffles, and Percy started defending his precious hoard with his butter knife.

"Back, you devil!"

"Percy! You have five waffles on your plate, and you can't share one of them?!"

Percy shook his head sternly at Paul. "One does not simply share waffles!" Then he added with a quirky smile. "Besides, I'm a growin' boy!"

Paul shook his head forlornly and stared sadly at his empty plate. He'd only had three. His eyes narrowed when Percy went up to get some more water from the sink. As quickly as he could, he swiped a waffle from Percy's stack.

When Percy got back, the teen's eyes immediately narrowed. He glanced at Paul, who was innocently pouring syrup on four blue waffles. He glanced at the center plate that held exactly four, steaming waffles. He shot a glance at his mother, who was shaking her head with amusement. Percy grabbed his butter knife.

"En guard you heathen! Pick up you blade, and we shall battle for the rights of that waffle!"

Paul quickly picked up his 'weapon' and started clashing butter knives with Percy, both making sound effects to go along with it. Finally, Sally decided to stop it by plopping two additional waffles on each of the boys' plates.

"Eat up quickly, Percy!"

Paul snickered, feeling particularly immature. "How else does Percy eat?"

Percy muttered a good natured insult at Paul in Greek.

Paul pouted a very adult, manly pout. "No fair! Remember when we spoke about insulting a person in a language they don't understand?!"

Percy rolled his eyes. "You insult me with Shakespearean words. That counts."

Paul conceded the point.

The door bell rang. Percy quickly got up, kiss his mother goodbye, and waved to Paul. He grabbed his jacket and rushed out the door, greeting Grover and kissing Annabeth as he walked out the door.