A/N: I cannot be stopped. Another bonus chapter. Also, got the idea from a tumblr post.

'What if I say I was wrong and I believe you?'

Dionysus opened the car door. 'No.'

'And how exactly will this help my recovery?'

It was quiet for a moment. I stepped out of the car.

'Perhaps it isn't. But you should know that America is not the only country with a McDonalds menu.'

'I said I believed you!'

He stared at me without replying. I sighed. He wasn't going to change his mind now. 'Well, okay, then. Show me how they actually do serve alcohol in French Mcdonalds' restaurants.' I couldn't help but sigh.

Dionysus slid on a pair of sunglasses before we walked into the McDonalds. There was even a row, gods almighty. Now we had to wait before he could proof his stupid point.

I looked up. 'It's on the menu,' I noticed. 'I saw it, you're right, they serve alcohol in McDonalds. I'll never doubt you again.'

He stayed right where he was. I couldn't see his eyes through the sun glasses, but I don't think he was looking at me.

I sighed again and that also didn't bother him. I guessed we would be here for a while.

It seemed to take an eternity before it was our turn. Dionysus looked at me. 'Ten minutes. That wasn't so bad, was it?'

I shot him a look. I hoped he knew what it meant.

Dionysus turned to the tired looking employee and asked something in French. The employee answered, with the look of someone who has had to deal with stupid people a little too often.

While he did so, Dionysus put a hand on the back of my head. 'Yes, sir, we've got alcoholic drinks,' I clearly heard the boy say, before his words became gibberish again.

'...ah-ha.'

Dionysus was quiet for a moment, after which he sighed and ordered something.

A few minutes later, a chocolate milkshake appeared on the counter. Dionysus left a tip of way more money than the McDonalds' employees expected to earn in a month and then we left.

Dionysus handed me the milkshake when we got out. 'Here. Sorry for the wait.'

I looked at the Milkshake, before I smiled. 'It was actually kinda funny,' I said, with a genuine smile. 'And thanks for the milkshake.

Dionysus smiled back at me. After a few seconds, he removed the sunglasses.

'Did you really wear those so people wouldn't ask questions about your eye colour?'

'I did.'

'So, let me get this straight: it's normal to drag people across continents to prove a point, but it's not normal to show people that you've got purple eyes?'

'Indeed it is. I have reasons to show you I tell the truth. I don't have any reasons to tell random people why my eyes are purple.'

I rolled my eyes and took a sip of the milkshake. Anyway, thanks, da… Dionysus.'

He looked at me, before giving me a very small nod.

A/N: Headcanon that Nico almost called Dionysus 'dad' more than once.

Please correct me if I am wrong, I thought they didn't sell alcohol at American McDonalds'.

I actually have another idea for a chapter that doesn't exactly fit the main story. I still think I am going to write it because it's important. It probably takes places around… May, in the first year of Nico's therapy, so when Apollo-Lester is in camp Jupiter.