A/N: And who's idea would this be...

'If I say that this will go wrong somehow, it will be cliché.' Will pushed his fork a teeny tiny bit to the right, so that it was laying ever so slightly staighter.

'You just said it.'

'Well, isn't that just stupid?'

I chuckled. 'We can't say how it will go until it happened.'

'Yeah.' Will looked around the rich salon. Our table only occupied a very small part of it. There were mirrors on the walls and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It was way more fancy than anything most people would ever see in their lifetime. 'Do you know how Dionysus found this place?'

'He is Dionysus.'

'Right.' Will looked at his watch. 'Eh…'

'If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were nervous.'

'Well, maybe I am. Now, how late would they be arriving aga…'

The doors opened. A butler came in, followed by Hades and Persephone.

They both peered around the room. 'Hm. It's not too shabby, for mortals,' Persephone tutted before folding her arms before her chest.

Hades turned his gaze towards her. 'Hey, you said you wanted to come. You can leave again if…'

'I am staying! I said it was not too shabby!' She did not wait for her husband to lead her further into the salon. She went on herself.

She looked at Will and me. 'Aren't you sitting down?'

'Eh, yeah. I mean, of course, ma'am.' Will pulled my chair back. I quietly sat down while he moved onto the chair next to me. Hades made haste to sit down next to Persephone, who sat down across from me.

For a few seconds, there was awkward silence. It seemed weird to stare at Persephone, so I looked at my cutlery instead, while I wondered whos idea this was again (Because I seriously forgot).

I took a deep breath. 'So… I can't take credit, or blame, for picking the place. That was Dionysus' job.'

Persephone stared at her plate. 'Yes.' She bit her lip. 'I, er, didn't mean anything with what I said.'

'Eh, it's okay.'

'Lady and gentlemen?'

We all gasped when the waiter began to talk. It made him take a step back. 'Oh, excuse me…'

'No, no, It's okay,' I quickly said. The waiter nodded, a little unsure.

'Do you want to see the menu?'

Persephone rolled her eyes. 'Of course not. Just surprise us!'

The poor server looked afraid. 'Eh…'

Persephone began to blush. 'Eh… Isn't that a good idea?' She looked at the rest of us.

Honestly? Sounded kind of fun. 'I mean, I would be down,' I said. I looked at Will. He shrugged.

'That's alright, I guess.'

The server noted something down. 'Sir?' He looked at Hades.

'Fine.'

'Lady, Gentlemen... one surprise dinner coming right up.'

The waiter turned around, a little dazed, but he pulled himself together in a matter of seconds. The customer was always right and all that.

Persephone seemed self-conscious about both of her mistakes. She turned to me and Will. 'So, eh... how did you two meet?'

I looked at Will. 'Well, we were both at camp for quite a long time before we began seeing each other the way we see each other now. The first time we talked was just after the Giants were defeated.'

Hades raised his eyebrows. 'Interesting.'

Will stared at his plate. 'It gets better. Or worse, that depends on how you see it. The first thing I ever said to Nico was that I had just helped with the delivery of a Satyr baby.'

Persephone put a hand over her mouth. 'Oh, those are… very interesting.'

Will looked up. 'Your majesty, you don't mean you've got a similar experience, do you?'

'I do, sadly enough… eh, I mean, it is not sad, obviously, but...'

Hades scraped his throat. 'Eh, lovely that you two… have something in common, but maybe not the best subject at the dinner table.'

Will got a little red. Persephone shrugged. 'Who knows.'

Hades nervously pulled a thread out of his napkin. 'Eh… you two were talking about how you met.'

I nodded. 'Yes. So, after our lovely first meeting, we witnessed the two camps defeating the earth mother and finally uniting. In the weeks afterwards Will and I began to hang out more and more, until we unofficially were a thing.'

Will nodded, with a wide grin this time. 'It became official after they threw us into the lake. Tradiation. It began with Percy and Annabeth.'

Hades stared at his plate. 'Strange traditions you got…'

Now I raised my eyebrows. We have strange traditions? Dude, you come from ancient Greece.

Before I could say something snarky, our food arrived. They brought us everything at once, including desserts. Perhaps Dionysus had told them there was some urgency to getting the food to our table when he made the reservation.

A few waiters opened up bottles of champagne, which I noticed was childrens' champagne on further inspection. Well, okay, understandable.

When the servers left, Persephone put her elbows on the table and looked at everything we got. 'What do we have?' She already seemed less cold when she had spoken to Will, but now she was clearly excited. I looked at my dad. He was looking at her with a little smile.

A lot. There were different types of fish, meat and fowl, at least five different soups and salads, baked potatoes, so many sauces I was too lazy to count them, and I hadn't even looked at the desserts yet.

'Much,' Persephone answered her own question. Carefully, she selected a few tiny meats and took a bit of each salad.

The rest of us began to move as well. Hades got the same things Persephone had, I got a lot of baked potato wedges because they just taste so damn good and Will chose a bit of everything that did not come out of the ocean.

Slowly, I dipped a potato wedge into the first sauce. While I took a bite, I noticed Persephone was staring at me. 'And?'

'Eh…' too much pressure, lady. 'It's a little spicy.'

Persephone reached out her hand, before stopping and picking up her fork. She put a bit of chicken on it, dipped it into the sauce and thoughtfully took a bite. 'Hmm. There is quite a bit of pepper in there. It could have used something sweet to balance it out.'

Will gave her a bit of a weird look, dad acted like this was just another day at the dinner table with Persephone and I picked up a new potato wedge to dip into the second sauce.

When she saw that I was using my hands to eat, Persephone left her cutlery by her plate as well. She picked up a new piece of chicken.

We both tasted. Hades and Will looked on. 'And?'

'Hmm…'

'I think the first one tasted better,' I muttered.

Persephone shrugged. 'Perhaps, but I also think it is difficult to compare the two. We didn't get any names for the sauces, right?'

'Sadly not.'

Will shoved his knife and fork aside. 'Can I…' he stole two baked potato wedges from my plate and dipped them each into a sauce.

'I think the second one is better? It is slightly lighter.'

I shrugged. 'Really?' I was already reaching for more potatoes.

Hades sighed. 'Alright. So I got three of them now.'

'Three people who enjoy their food?' Persephone shot him a sarcastic look.

He sighed. 'Let's just continue our meal.'

When we were on our seventh sauce (I did eat some salad in between, of course. Like at least a whole bite), Wills' eyes lit up. 'Hey! This sauce is made with sunaloe!'

I gave him a weird look. 'Gesundheit?'

'No, Nico, it is a magical herb.' He took a piece of fried chicken and dipped it into the sauce. 'It's delicious.' Oh, so now we were at the stadium where we talked with our mouths full.

Persephone smiled widely. 'You tasted it too?'

'Yes!'

'You know, I created that herb, together with Apollo. It was meant as a birthday present for… I don't remember, but it was meant as a gift.'

'Really?'

Within no time, they were having a deep conversation about sauce and plants. I ate a few more potato wedges.

Hades made eye contact with me. Come, he said without a word. A little confused, I got up, with my glass of childrens' champagne in my hand.

'Solace, Seph, excuse us for a moment.'

They looked up for a split second, before continuing their conversation.

Hades took me to a separate compound, seperated from the salon by a curtain. 'What is it?' I asked.

'Yes, well, I saw that Persephone and your boyfriend were busy. So I thought that maybe now was a good time to ask you something.'

'And that is?' We better be back in time for desert.

'Dionysus told me you have been having nightmares and that it worried him. Can you tell me about it as well?'

'Yes, I think I can.' You picked a weird moment to ask, though. 'So, usually, I am either in darkness or in Tartarus and there are voices that tell me to come find them. They are very loud and plead me to come, or else. There are people with masks of some sort. They've got horns, snakes coiled around their shoulders and red eyes. They don't say anything though, they just vaguely smile at me if they look at me at all. '

I took a sip of my alcohol-free champagne, which had gone lukewarm. 'Nico, do you see any other faces?'

Is it that important? I honestly already feel like a maniac now that I am telling you all this. 'Not really. Although the face is not… it does not always look the same. Sometimes its horns are longer, or it doesn't have them. It doesn't have the same hair colour every time either.'

'That's… tell me: Has Dionysus already told you what he thought it was?'

'Well, no. I noticed that he has a hunch, but he hasn't told me what that hunch is yet. Maybe, if he told you I am having these dreams, he wants your opinion on the matter as well.'

'Uh-hu. That might be.' He had a hunch too, I could see it. 'I think I would rather discuss it as well, before I tell you what I am thinking. Is that alright? Am I doing it the right way?'

I felt a little out of control, but I snickered. 'Yes, dad, that is alright and I think you are doing good. Thanks for telling me.' Now I know you and Dionysus will be talking about me. Do I mind that? I mean, I can trust Dionysus and I have grown to trust my dad, I think. And technically, only good could come out of it. Still, it felt a little off. But I wouldn't hold them back.

'That's… yes.' He nodded, with a small smile. 'Eh…' He to the curtain. 'And what do you think of this so far?'

'I must say, I had some concerns about having a family dinner, but it seems to go alright, at least up until now. We all love the sauce, except for Persephone, who seems to adore the sauce

'Well… yeah. Persephone likes to eat. It's cute.'

That was both sweet and a bit disgusting. 'Why don't we go back?' Before all the deserts have melted, you know?

'Eh… yes.' He pushed the curtains aside. Persephone and Will were still talking. I wondered if they missed us at all.

I chose a big bowl of Chocolate mousse and sat down. While we finished our meal and talked, I noticed Hades thoughtfully looked at me a few times. I wondered what it was that both he and Dionysus were thinking about.

A/N: Persephone likes to eat. That is partly a headcanon and partly something R.R. Confirmed.

This was going to be two chapters initially, but the second one was very short upon writing and I decided to… put 'em together. Better a lot at once than some teeny tiny bits sprawled throughout, in this case.

I think I used the phrase 'the customer is always right' correctly. It does not mean you can be rude to servers or not pay, but it does mean that if you want something weird that they can give you, they should. You want sugar and yoghurt with your fries? Welp, alright.

Not to brag or anything but in the Netherlands we have HEMA Jip & Janneke childrens' champagne. None of you know what that is and that is why I am superior.