A/N: Whoa, I'm just on a roll today! Okay. This is just an idea that sprouted in my head today in the car. P.S., I'm not gonna say Mrs. Blofis. Just Mrs. Jackson.
Disclaimer: DO I LOOK LIKE RIORDAN TO YOU?
The Green Food Phase
"What?" Mrs. Jackson asked.
"I said, I want you to make me green food instead of blue food now."
"What?" Annabeth echoed. Percy sighed. Were these people deaf or something?
"I said, I-" Annabeth shook her head wildly.
"No, I know what you said. My question is why?" Percy looked down.
"Well, you know how I went to the doctor last week?" Annabeth nodded. "Well, he was all like, 'You gotta eat more greens,' and I was all like, 'What?' and he said, 'You know, green food.' and I asked him, 'What about blue food?' and he looked at me like I was nuts, and was like 'I don't know, but it doesn't sound healthy. Don't eat it.' So here I am." Percy took a deep breath. He really needed to stop saying run-on sentences in one breath. Annabeth slowly bobbed her head up and down.
"So, what you're saying, is that you think that he meant you should eat green food instead of blue food?" She asked slowly. Percy sighed.
"Isn't that what I just said?"
"Sorry, but it's true."
"Mom!" Mrs. Jackson looked over towards her son, who was pleading for his mothers help.
"Honey, deal with your own relationship problems."
"Ugh!" Percy complained. "Mom, can you just make me some green food? I'm hungry."
"Er, okay?" Mrs. Jackson walked off to the kitchen. About twenty minutes later, she came out with a... green cake.
"Mom, what the crap is that?" Mrs. Jackson rolled her eyes.
"What does it look like, sweetie? It's a green chocolate cake with green frosting."
"Um, Mom? It looks like barf."
"If you don't want it, go feed it to Cerberus."
"NO! I WANT CAKE!"
"Then eat it!"
Thirty minutes later...
Annabeth could hear the sounds of Percy's stomach contents coming up from across the hall. Mrs. Jackson was sitting on the couch next to her, trying to create small talk.
"So," Annabeth finally said. "Do you think he's ever going to eat blue food again?" Mrs. Jackson looked confused.
"I have no idea. This whole green food thing is going to get on my nerves," she looked off toward the bathroom. "Especially if he keeps upchucking." Annabeth chuckled.
"You're not the one who has to kiss him," she said. They were both laughing when Percy came out.
"Mom, make me blue food. I'm over the green phase."