I'm going to apologise now to any vegetarian or vegan readers. Sorry about this chapter, and I don't know if Thomas or Joan have any dietary specifications. Please don't fire any hate if I get stuff wrong.

Logan watched as the two mortals fill themselves with the food that was obviously popular with humans. He and Roman had only ordered something referred to as milkshakes, both sipping at them very slowly and carefully.

"So, lemme just get this straight, you've never had fries or stuff?" Asked Joan through a mouthful of chewed up, green food.

Roman winced, visibly repulsed. "No, we haven't."

"Are you sure that it's healthy to consume those edible items?" Logan queried, eyeing Thomas's' 'burger' cautiously.

Thomas raised a hand to cover his mouth as he spoke next. "It isn't healthy but this one meal isn't going to kill us. It's like a treat thing."

The two gods glanced at each other and nodded slowly.

After that, conversation was uneventful and pointless. The most interesting thing that happened for ten minutes was Roman getting approached by an older looking man, asking if he'd like a chance to become famous. Thomas and Joan had defended Roman instantly, chasing away the man with promises to call the police.

"Pedophiles," Joan explained with a sneer, glaring after the retreating man. "You're gonna have to watch out for them, Roman, they target pretty, young people."

"But I'm far older than him, why would he like me?" Roman mused with a confused frown.

Logan sighed. "Because we look like the mortal age of twenty-three or similar. Besides, the Book told me that no one worships our parents anymore - it's no wonder people don't recognise us."

"Hey, Ro, why do you wear a choker?" Thomas asked. "It's just such an odd thing and I swear I didn't buy you one."

Roman raised an eyebrow and Logan cleared his throat. "He means your necklace, Roman. It's in the style of an earthly fashion called chokers, as it clings tightly around your neck."

"Oh, right, so I'm not a big God yet, you follow?" Roman explained. The two mortals nodded. "So my humanoid body can't house the amount of power I actually have. If it did, I'd be completely irresistible and basically be as strong as Hercules. But I can't, because those roles are still my parents and I can't take their places until they're both ready to, like, retire, I guess. This 'choker' contains the rest of my power."

Joan nodded slowly, sipping their 'coke'. "Cool, makes sense. Can we play a game?"

"A game? Do we have enough room in here?" Logan frowned, looking around the crowded fast food restaurant.

"Yeah, there's no way we can play Minotaur, War or even Chase in here!" Agreed Roman, with a small pout.

Thomas opened his mouth hesitantly. "I was thinking more like 'Truth or Dare'..."

"Truth or what?" Logan asked, tilting his head.

Joan cleared their throat. "So, it's one of our mortal games, and it's a way to humiliate your friends while learning new stuff about them!"

"We might not be able to pull off any dares in here, Joan." Thomas said, glancing about casually. "It's too busy and anxiety says no."

"Anxiety can frick off, but I get your point, Thomathy. We'll just do truths!" Amended Joan, clapping their hands together.

Logan pondered briefly, eyes narrowed in consideration. "It could do no harm, I assume, and we will inevitably spend time together before our parents escort us to Olympus."

"I think partaking in your earthly games would be very fun! How do we play?" Roman asked brightly, ignoring a gigging group of teenage girls over his shoulder, that were pointing and whispering in hurried, flustered tones.

Joan sat up properly, leaning forwards as he slurped on his drink through the straw with a rasp. "So, basically, I'll start and let's say I asked Thomas a question. Thomas has to respond with the complete, honest answer and then it's his turn to ask anyone else a question. Then whoever he picked gets to pick another person to ask and it continues!" He said, picking up a fry, lazily.

"Then who will start?" Roman queried, taking another uncertain sip of his 'milkshake'.

"I shall!" Joan claimed bravely. They spun to face the other mortal. "Thomathy, is it true that you were the one who ate the spare slice of birthday cake at Talyns' party?"

Thomas coughed briefly on his burger. "M-Maybe?" Joan gasped with an offended whimper.

"Logan, my turn!" Quickly changing the subject, Thomas turned to face the intellectual. "What is the weirdest thing you've ever seen in Olympus?"

The god tried to unsuccessfully hid his smirk as he turned to Roman. The other went bright red, raising a finger in warning. "Don't you dare-"

"I've once seen Hercules's' son, Anthony, not notice Roman's' advances while the half-god was training. Roman was trying very desperately to fluster Anthony but the gladiator didn't pick up on it at all."

"I hate you so much, Logan..." Mumbled Roman.

Joan blinked slowly. "I have to say, I was expecting more of something like a chimera or a gorgon..."

Logan's' eyebrows furrowed together. "Why would observing a chimera or a gorgon be weird?"

"It doesn't matter, sorry, Logan, it's your turn." Thomas interrupted Joan, who'd seemed prepared to rant about the apparent 'weirdness' of a chimera in their natural habit.

"Joan. How did you first meet Thomas?"

"Oh, yeah, so, unofficially, it was when I went to see when of his plays! It was so fun!" Joan said brightly, clapping their hands together at the recollection. "He was so good!

Logan tilted his head. "Thomas performs?"

Thomas blushed. "Not the sort of plays you'd know. Mostly musicals, like Heathers?"

"You have a play based around a certain type of flora?" Roman asked.

"No, um, no, just no, it's- I'll explain later, or Virgil might know." Said Thomas with a wave of his hand. Roman scoffed at the mention of the other god, sipping his earthly drink.

"Ahem! My turn!" Joan said, waving and snapping their fingers to get everyone's' attention. "Roman, do you actually hate Virgil?"

Roman opened his mouth to respond with a yes before pausing. "I... I'm not sure..." He leaned back, crossing his legs and folding his arms. "He acts really odd around me, for some reason, and he did scare me really bad when I first met him, so there is some kind of resentment." With his finishing statement sounding more like a question, Roman shrugged. "I guess I don't actually hate him, I just don't know what to think about him."

"You see," Logan said, intertwining his fingers as he leaned forwards, "We haven't known Virgil very long. We believe he and Patton used to be very close but they must've had some argument. They stopped talking for a few centuries and then they encountered each other again. Patton must've promised Virgil they'd 'hang' out. And that was how we met him."

Roman nodded in agreement. "I mean, I had seen him around, obviously, but I never spoke to him. He was often in the gladiator arena with Cerberus or maybe a fallen veteran, I can't tell whatever he's doing when his eyes go all white."

"And you were too busy flirting with some Anthony dude," Finished Joan, smiling widely.

"Pfft! N-No, I wasn't, whaaat?"

Thomas's' phone buzzed suddenly and he was confused to see it was coming from his landline.

He picked up quickly. "Hello, Thomas Sanders speaking?"

"Thomas? Oh, thank Zeus, Thomas!" It was Virgil, whispering loudly down the line in a panic. "There's someone outside your door and we don't know what to do!"

"You answer it- wait, how are you able to use a landline?"

"A ghost told me how, she also told me your number. Get back here, Thomas, I don't know what in the Underworld to do!"

And the line went dead.

Thomas frowned, staring at his mobile. He tried to hit 'Re-Dial', but it rang fruitlessly before asking if he wanted to leave a voicemail.

"What is that?" Whispered Roman in awe.

"I- It's a phone, Joan, we need to get back to my place."

Joan raised an eyebrow, slurping their drink. "Why, who was that?"

"Virgil," Thomas said, reaching for the bags of shopping, "Someone's at the door and it's making him panic."

Roman rolled his eyes. "Of course, overreacting like usual."

"Says you, Roman." Logan muttered into his wrist.