By far, Stella's favorite dessert was cherry Jell-O -- no amount of pie or cake or anything like that could top it. She had had a swell time trying to get her mother to wean her off of it when she was little, because she was gonna get cavities and Jesus Christ baby why do you like this crap so much. (Stella loved her mother, sure, but the woman was like an overprotective mother hawk sometimes. Endearing, but stifling.)
And so Stella had, at about ten in the morning, decided to go get jello and maybe read a magazine because dang it, she was almost an adult and could make her own decisions, Mother.
They were in little plastic cups that probably were store-bought, which was all the more convenient; she took three to look non-suspicious and then, with a spoon, made her way over to the Titan cabin's table. It was large and grand, just the way the Titans and primordial gods deserved to be honored -- even though there weren't that many of them in the first place, considering that most of the Titans were locked up in Tartarus. It was a miracle that Stella and David and Meagan and Chris and Aeron had been born in the first place.
Peeling off the wrapper of one, she kicked back and enjoyed, flipping the magazine to a random page and frowning at it. Why the hell were they talking about celebrities using baskets at the supermarket?
And so Stella had, at about ten in the morning, decided to go get jello and maybe read a magazine because dang it, she was almost an adult and could make her own decisions, Mother.
They were in little plastic cups that probably were store-bought, which was all the more convenient; she took three to look non-suspicious and then, with a spoon, made her way over to the Titan cabin's table. It was large and grand, just the way the Titans and primordial gods deserved to be honored -- even though there weren't that many of them in the first place, considering that most of the Titans were locked up in Tartarus. It was a miracle that Stella and David and Meagan and Chris and Aeron had been born in the first place.
Peeling off the wrapper of one, she kicked back and enjoyed, flipping the magazine to a random page and frowning at it. Why the hell were they talking about celebrities using baskets at the supermarket?