Poseidon's Palace

"Welcome to my palace. I hope you have enjoyed catching up and I hope you have worked up a appetite, because tonight you will feast on an all you can eat buffet of whatever you wish. Just think of what you want, and it will appear on your plate, or in your glass." Poseidon said to the crowd.

His voice was calm and relaxed yet authoritative and clear and just wow. I can see why Medusa loved him for his looks, but I obviously haven't met him yet so...I'm not sure about if he himself is a nice person.

"Now, eat away." He waved his hands towards tables that weren't there before.

Deuce led Clawd and I to the back, where Medusa was seated as far way from Poseidon as she could get.

I pictured a grape salad with feta cheese, cucumber, tomatoe, avocado and lettuce. It appeared on my plate and I dug in immediately. I was starving.

"So, that's Poseidon, hu?" Clawd tried.

Medusa and Deuce just nodded.

"You won't get much it if them." A voice said from across the table. Clawd and I looked up to see Medealia and Viperine.

"Hi." Viperine said. Her bubble gum pink-streaked hair was swept up in a neat bun on top of her head. Three pink snakes were plaited into the bun, two more framed her face and the other three were curled around her hair.

Her clothes, on the other hand, were almost the same as when the ghouls and I first saw her in Hauntlywood, but the dress had pink and blue fringe covering the top, and I couldn't see the bottom, as it was under the table, but I assumed that the frill would be fringe instead.

"We're far more interesting then them anyway. You can talk to us." Medealia said.

So we did.

Wolf Household

Dinner at the Wolf household was always hectic, but tonight there was one less helper.

Once the family was actually seated at the table with rare steak and...not much else, really, but what was there was delicious, everyone relaxed, though the children were feeling particularly peeved with Clawd.

"Where's Clawd gone?" Howleen asked her mother.

"He went with Deuce and Cleo to a party of some sort." She replied.

Clawdeen nearly spat out her rare steak in surprise. "Where is it?"

"Some palace of some sort. Where ever it is, I trust Medusa. I know she will look after him."

"I don't care about that, I want to know who's throwing the party!" Clawdeen stabbed her fork into the steak, enraged.

"Clawdeen!" Her father barked at her.

"Sorry."

"I'm not sure who is throwing the part, but Medusa calls me every year and just talks to me. She knows who, and she knows them well."