Six of the seven from the prophesy sat around the dining room table in Percy's mom's house as Frank busied himself in the kitchen. Nico would occasionally pop in and out of the shadows, grinning maniacally, scaring Leo. Finally, Frank came in pushing a waiter's cart full of food. He put a large plate of well, something, in front of everyone.
"Um, Frank? What in Hades is this stuff?" Leo asked, looking confused.
"It's poutine. It's made with French Fries, gravy and curds," Frank explained.
"And you actually eat this stuff?" Leo asked.
Percy muttered his enjoyment around a mouthful as Frank reached for a sharpened hockey stick.
000
It was snowing heavily in New York. Everyone was sitting in front of a roaring fire, enjoying hot chocolate. Well, almost everyone. Hazel had said something to Frank, who had immediately stood up and steered Percy outside. After several hours, Frank trundled in, grinning. Even Percy looked pleased.
"It's ready," Frank exclaimed happily, grabbing Hazel by the hand and leading her outside.
Everyone else followed, and gasped. The back lawn was nearly taken up with a massive igloo.
"Um, Frank, why?" Annabeth asked.
Frank shrugged.
"Hazel never saw one before, eh?"
"How did you know how to build one without me?" Leo asked.
"Fire and ice don't mix, eh?"