The Roadhouse. It was a strange name, making Thalia think of road kill, although she somehow doubted that the two had anything to do with each other. Or so she hoped. "They'll be getting a lot of my business then."

Who could blame Thalia though? Her father... wasn't a kid, although she knew that appearances could be deceiving. She had just never seen her father with such a visage. And, even with his warning, she still jerked back.

"Wait- so, what?" Because seriously, what?