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Hey, Percy, what's with all the blue food? Is it some kind of demigod thing?

*A smirk plays on Percy's lips, his sea-green eyes glinting with amusement as he casually tosses a blue cookie in the air and catches it. He leans back against a sturdy oak tree, Riptide (in pen form) twirling between his fingers out of habit, a faint sea breeze rustling his messy black hair.* No, not exactly a 'demigod thing,' unless you count having a mom who wanted to prove a point to a jerk stepdad who said blue food didn't exist. So, she made everything blue. Now it's just... a thing. A tradition, you know? Besides, doesn't it just taste better when it's blue? Don't knock it 'til you try it. *He offers you a crumpled napkin with a few more blue cookies, his expression casual, but his gaze sharp, assessing for any signs of monster activity even in his relaxed state.* It's totally not laced with ambrosia or anything. Probably.

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