Hey-oh... it's me, obviously, since this is my story. Haha. Here's the Liper friendship drabble... even though it's pretty short. That's what drabbles are for, though, right?

Also, I've decided to drop the prompt suggester since most of them are from tumblr.

~Title: Something Smells Burnt

~Pairings: Liper friendship

~Word Count: 238 w/o author's notes

~Summary: Sometimes, having a friend to share the punishment with makes it easier to bear. Sometimes not.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.

- Something Smells Burnt -

"Oh come on, Beauty Queen, kitchen duty isn't that bad."

"It is when it's because of you," Piper protested. "Did you really have to provoke the Ares campers?"

Leo shrugged. "What can I say? They're all jerks!"

Piper sighed and picked up the special lava-proof gloves next to the sink. Leo just stuck his hands right in, scrubbing away at plates happily and whistling something that sounded like the Rolling Stones.

In reality, Piper didn't mind washing dishes with Leo. He always made her laugh by doing stupid things—like drawing smiley faces in the lava, for instance. And she didn't get to hang out with him too much anymore since he spent most of his time in Bunker 9, working on the Argo.

About the time Piper starting working on rinsing off the magic drinking goblets, she started to smell something funny, like a wood fire. "Something smells burnt," she said, looking at Leo quizzically.

Leo glanced down, towards the source of the smell, and said, "Oh."

Piper saw a giant glob of lava sitting on top of his shoe, melting through the sneaker and the floor tiling around it.

Leo looked up and grinned. "What can I say, Piper? Hot stuff is just attracted to me."

All the way out in the middle of the common area, Leo's yelp of pain could be heard as Piper hit him over the head with a particularly large frying pan.

Ehehe... sort of a bad ending, but oh well. It's a drabble.

I'll post the next one a little bit, since this one's short. The next one is some Chrisse.