To RandomFanAuthor- thank you! ^_^ And yes, I can imagine Percy and Leo being exactly like that headcanon, poor Frank just had to suffer! And if Lou was real, she would be at the White House the second Trump showed his ugly mug and have done with his stupid ass there and then! And probably elect herself as president afterwards or something :P

To Guest- aww, thank you! Writing Chaotic-Lou is a great joy of mine! ^_^

To HoO Fan- Then you're in luck! I began writing a Christmas thing with Reyisa on the side! :D

"Jessica, stop eating the batter!"

"Make me!"

"Ooh, that's another mark in nature vs nurture!" Sally huffed, knocking the bowl from Jessica's hands and deftly catching it. "You're supposed to be helping."

"I did help!"

"You made the trifle. I've made everything else." Sally gestured round at the swell of Christmas dinner- turkey, vegetables, gravy, roast potatoes, cake, vegetarian options, tin cans, cookies, jelly; all made and/or gathered without Jessica's help.

"I taste-tested everything." Jessica stuck her tongue out. Sally hummed, setting the bowl out of reach. She checked the turkey in the oven, a second purely for Tyson and his unending appetite- did all of Poseidon's kids have bottomless pit stomachs?

The doorbell rang. Jessica was immediately at the door, grasping the frame and the handle and leaning out as far as she could. Louisa was already answering the front door, bombarded before it was even ajar by Lizzie.

"There she is!" Lizzie sang happily, squeezing Louisa in greeting. She squished her cheek on Louisa's hair. "Merry Christmas, Fishy!"

"Not Fishy!" Louisa protested, voice muffled in her sister's shoulder. Lizzie laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Mom! Mooooommmmm!" Louisa wriggled and huffed. "Mam!"

"Hey, that's cheating!" Lizzie protested. "You can't call on both moms!"

"Can too! MAM!" Sally squeezed in beside Jessica, waving to Lizzie. Louisa swore. "Help please!" Annabeth appeared behind Lizzie, the front door still open. Percy was two steps behind her with Grover and Tyson, already wearing his blue Christmas jumper with dancing penguins wearing sunglasses. Their arrival freed Louisa, Lizzie finally getting to meet the extensive family, hugs all around.

Sally pushed Jessica in the back.

"Are we sure this is a good idea?" Jessica mused. "All these demigods in one place?"

"Only a few," Sally assured, "we're meeting the others tomorrow for dinner and presents. At Camp Half-Blood." She clarified. "They've got a big celebration, we're all invited!"

"Yay."

"Be a bit more enthusiastic."

"Yay."

"I AM NOT 'FISHY'!"

"Darling, you're always Fishy!"

"MOM!"

"I'll be right back." Jessica sighed. She marched over, pushing herself between her bickering daughters. "It's Christmas. Less fight, more food. For me." She added. "You all need to shush."

"Bah humbug to you too." Lizzie blew a raspberry. "Also, have you met Annabeth? She's a daughter of Athena. And Tyson is a Cyclops!" Jessica nodded slowly. Lizzie pouted. "I know you already know that, but you could humour me, I've not met these people before."

"That's your fault."

"I was in Australia, leave off. What are you doing?" She plonked a hand on Louisa's head, squishing her down. Louisa, who had been standing on her toes to see around the barricade of guests, sulked and flailed her hands at her. "You looking for someone, Lou?" Lizzie smirked. Louisa didn't respond, glowering. Percy butted in, grinning slyly.

"She's looking for her giiiiirlfrieeeend."

"Wait, what?" Lizzie stared at him incredulously. "Louisa is doing the romance?" Percy snickered and nodded. Lizzie gaped at him, a thousand questions clamouring for her attention. She looked from one twin to the other, not sure where to start. "Is this a clone, is she a clone, are you a clone?"

"I'm not a clone!"

"That's exactly what a clone would say. Suspicious." Louisa knocked her hand off, but Lizzie wasn't so easily side-tracked. "Who is this girl, what are her intentions, how long have you two been dating, do I need to have a big sister talk with her?" She caught Louisa under her arm, stroking her head like an upset puppy and shushing her. "Don't worry, Fishy, I will protect you."

"Bitch please."

"Hush now, Fishy, hussssssh."

"Mom-"

"Not with so many witnesses, Lou."