Cordelia Walker || 16 || Daughter of Poseidon || No crush
Cordelia smiled and shook her head. "No, it tastes like cinnamon cookies to me." She chuckled softly under her breath before explaining, "This is ambrosia. It tastes like... our most favorite food I suppose. Something we hold close to our memories. It's used as a healing food but there are restrictions. We can't eat too much or it makes us feverish. And only demigods can eat it. When mortals, normal people, eat it, it kills them."
She paused for a bit before continuing. "The fact that you haven't reduced to ashes means that you're a demigod."
Cordelia smiled and shook her head. "No, it tastes like cinnamon cookies to me." She chuckled softly under her breath before explaining, "This is ambrosia. It tastes like... our most favorite food I suppose. Something we hold close to our memories. It's used as a healing food but there are restrictions. We can't eat too much or it makes us feverish. And only demigods can eat it. When mortals, normal people, eat it, it kills them."
She paused for a bit before continuing. "The fact that you haven't reduced to ashes means that you're a demigod."