Poseidon's POV

After Percy left, I went to bed to sleep a little, to process everything that had happened today. When I woke up, I went to the pavilion and sat at the Poseidon Table, with Percy. We got up and burned our offerings, and I prayed to Hestia, hoping that she would let us back into Olympus. We went back to our table and when I was going to ask him about me, the Stoll brothers arrived.

-Hey Percy!-They both greeted us.

-Hey, Stolls" Guys, this is Dylan, he's my brother. Dylan, this is Travis and Connor Stoll, sons of Hermes.

-Hey, nice to meet you- I said.

"So, we're planning on playing a prank on Jason, Thalia and Thor, and we need help. Would you like to join?"

I nodded and Percy said:

"Sure, why not?"

"What are you up to?" I ask

"You'll see." They say with mischievous grins and run back to Hermes table.

That was a great opportunity to find out why Percy was so angry with me.

Zeus' POV

After my children left, I went to bed to sleep a little, to process everything that had happened today. When I woke up, I went to the pavilion and sat at the ZeusTable, with Thalia and Jason. We got up and burned our offerings, and I prayed to Hera, threatening her into letting us back into Olympus, it didn't work. We went back to our table and I decided to ask them about me.

"So, what about our father? What's he like?" I asked

"He's cocky, arrogant, dramatic…" Thalia started.

"Thalia!" Jason scolded.

"What? He is!" She said.

Jason turned to me and said:

"He cares about us. And he helps us. But, he's also what Thalia said."

After that, we all went quiet until the campfire. I decided that I would change how they see me.

Hades' POV

After my children left, I went to bed to sleep a little, to process everything that had happened today. When I woke up, I went to the pavilion and sat at the HadesTable, with Hazel and Nico. We got up and burned our offerings, and I prayed to Demeter, cursing her because of her stupid idea. We went back to our table and I decided to ask them about me.

"So, what about our father? What's he like?" I asked

"He's fine" Hazel said. "He's a little bitter, but he's a decent father, by the gods standard, anyway."

"What do you think about him, Nico?" I asked.

"Like Hazel said, he's bitter, he wanted revenge, but he's a decent father."

I didn't think my children thought I was bitter, and, in that moment, I decided that while I'm in this form, I would change their minds.