Thalia never thought she would get this… domestic.

She was in your family’s apartment, helping you mom make dinner while you danced unhelpfully around the kitchen.

And she was enjoying herself, too.

Them Changes by Thundercat was playing on a speaker in the background as your mom taught Thalia how to make Pastitsio, a traditional Greek dish.

At first, Thalia had been nothing short of shocked at the fact that your mother did not care that she had piercings, tattoos, an unconventional style.

It had surprised the daughter of Zeus because she was so used to being pre-judged based on her appearance or parentage.

You danced over to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her neck sweetly.

Thalia had thought she was getting a girlfriend, but had ended up with a piranha that answers to “My Love.”

The dark-haired Demigod smiled gently, patting the side of her sweet, sweet girl’s head.

Your adoptive mother, Sally Jackson, laughed, smiling at the two of you as Percy walked into the kitchen, bouncing a basketball.

You weren’t legally adopted. However, you had befriended Percy and when he told his mom you didn’t have a place to stay during the fall and winter or Holidays, she had just given you a room.

Percy laughed at the two of you, and Thalia turned around with a glare, and a “Shut it, Seaweed Brain.”

“Hey, lay off it, Sparky.” Percy responded, your sort-of-brother sticking his flings out at her.

“Hey! Nobody calls me that but her.” Thalia snapped back, trying to surge forward only to be pulled back by your arms around her waist.