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Apollo fluttered around the Sun Palace ballroom, making sure everything was in tip top shape before he had to go and pick up his six mortal children from Camp Half-Blood for their sleepover at his place. The idea had been hypothetical at first; Kayla had offhandedly commented on one of his trips down to visit how, despite how often he came to them, they'd never been to his place, and one thing led to another, and now he had six semi-mortal children of his planning to sleep in sleeping bags on the floor of his ballroom. Not only that, his immortal kids had found out about the sleepover, and had invited themselves. So, Apollo really needed the ballroom to be spic and span.

Fortunately, his four immortal daughters: Chariklo, Cephisso, Apollonis, and Borysthenis, had volunteered to help him set up; though, Chariklo was doing most of the actual "helping". Apollonis and Borysthenis were bickering about the proper location to put everything while Cephisso kept getting distracted by the acoustics created by magicking couches and televisions and karaoke machines. Not that Apollo blamed her; if he didn't have fourteen of his children, six of which weren't immortal, coming over that required him to mortal proof his house, he would probably admire the same thing. Maybe after the kids leave, he'll redo the ballroom just to listen to the clanging. Yeah, that's a good idea.

Mortal proofing, fortunately, didn't take too long, as Apollo had a ton of stuff nearby from the last time, when his former master-turned-friend Meg McCaffrey had visited. Well, Meg actually was the reason Apollo even thought about mortal proofing in the first place. The first time she had visited, Meg had stuck her hand far too close to Apollo's immortal outlet, which, unlike their mortal counterparts, was powered by actual lightning. Suffice to say, Meg was fortunate that medicine was amongst one of Apollo's many domains.

"Dad!" Apollo's reminiscing was cut off by Apollonis' screech. Fortunately for his ears, as a goddess of a specific key, her screech was tolerable. "Tell Pattie that you can't put the couches in a straight line, they have to be in an L shape!"

"But how is everyone supposed to watch the presentations we made?" Borysthenis shot back. "I spent a lot of time on my power point, and I am not going to let someone miss it because their neck's too sore from trying to look."

"But you can't talk in a straight-line!"

That was another thing that had managed to leave the group chat: everyone had been required to make a presentation of their choice on any topic that would be presented before bed. Apollo, personally, had whipped his together rather quickly, as he spent more time than he should have contemplating what an appropriate presentation topic to do in front of your minor children was. It turned out good though, in his not-so-humble opinion.

Wait, his daughters were still screaming at each other. He should do something about that.

Just as he was about to, Chariklo interrupted. "We're literally goddesses Mese, Hypate. We can put them in an L shape now, then in a straight line when presentations start."

Apollo shouldn't have favorites, but the ease in which Chariklo deflated conflict was admirable. Her years working with demigods made her patience and kindness unmatched. She had all of his best qualities, except, unfortunately, she happened to inherit his explosive temper when her patience ran too thin. It took a lot to reach that point, and since none of his other children had ever wronged her, Chariklo was by far the easiest of his children to raise.

Cephisso, who apparently had left the room while her sisters were bickering over couch placements, sauntered back in the room. "Look who arrived!"

"Asklepios!"

Apollo was going to throw his arms around his son when he noticed that Asklepios wasn't alone; resting across his shoulders like a scarf was Spike, Asklepios' pet snake.

"And Spike…" added Apollo, though he was sure his distaste for the little python had slithered its way into his words. "I didn't realize you were bringing him."

"Spike gets separation anxiety," Asklepios stated.

"Right…" Apollo ran is hand through his hair, which he had been keeping long and blonde. However, when he reached the ends, he realized that he hair was darkening where his fingers were weaving though. He shook his head violently to get the blonde back. "And Epione, and your children?"

"Epione's staying with Autonoe and Makris and Aristaeus would kill me again if there was a snake on his beloved farm when he wasn't there." Asklepios told him as he placed his briefcase down and plopped on one of the couches. Spike slithered across the top part. "And my children have finals this week; Iaso had bet Aceso that she would get better grades in a mortal medical school, and then Panacea bet that she could do better than Iaso and Aceso, and now all of them are in the same medical program and actually have been studying because apparently there's some arbitrary prize for winning that I'd forgotten."

Yeah… That sounds about right. He and Artemis had entered multiple co-ed competitions across different disciplines multiple times for just bragging rights and honor, it was unsurprising his granddaughters and grandson were doing the same. But, one thing about what Asklepios said grated against him. "Aristaeus wouldn't kill you again."

"Who'd I kill?"

Mortals often say speak of the devil and he shall appear, and apparently that works with Greek agrarian gods.

"Dad asked why Spike isn't with Epione, and I said she's staying with your wife and daughter."

"Oh, I'd 100% murder Asklepios if a snake went anywhere near my bees or cows."

"Aristaeus," Apollo scolded.

"And after he murdered poor Eurydice with a snake," Apollonis mused, "Pure evil."

"I did not murder Eurydice!" snapped Aristaeus. "She was bitten by the snake in the wild, I didn't put it there."

Apollonis shrugged. "She wouldn't have been near the snake if you hadn't chased her."

"I've repented already, please don't bring it up again." Aristaeus cried out. "My bees were punished enough."

Apollo heard Apollonis mutter, "Clearly you haven't repented enough," under her breath, but fortunately, Aristaeus didn't. If he did, he might have needed to have Chariklo de-escalate the situation and what would it say about him if he couldn't handle his immortal kids? He'd need to cancel the sleepover.

Cephisso somehow had managed to sneak out during the disagreement again. Seriously, for the fact that she was a musical goddess, and he normally had amazing hearing, she had the tendency to sneak around extremely well. She sashayed back inside, this time followed by his last two immortal children to come: Hymenaeus and Ialemus.

Hymenaeus' stark white wings ducked as he walked into the room. "Father, you still haven't found a spouse to marry?"

"Good morrow to you too, Hymenaeus" Apollo said.

Apollo didn't have least favorite kids either, in the same way he a thousand percent did not have favorites. That being said, Hymenaeus' constant pestering about Apollo finding a spouse so that he could plan his wedding got old. Really fast. It never seemed to click that Apollo was more happy just dating; that he fell too hard too fast to engage in traditional matrimony.

"Face it, Manny," Ialemus said, "You'll never get to perform a marriage hymn for Father, just as I'll never perform a funeral ballad for him either."

"But you at least got to write one, Linus!"

If Apollo's heart could beat like a mortal, he was certain it would have skipped a beat. "When did you write me a funeral ballad, Linus?"

Ialemus' black wings tucking into themselves was the only indicator of his true feelings, as he managed to stand tall. "When you were mortal." His voice was strong, but there was still a flickering of wavering in it. "I felt how weak your life force was, and…" His breath was calculated. "And I thought you'd actually… So, I wrote one, just in case."

Apollo knew how close to death he had been during his trials, but hearing his son, the god of funeral hymns, tell him how close he'd actually been was jarring. Sure, he felt like he'd die countless times, and Nico di Angelo, a son of Hades, told him his life force was weak, but Ialemus had never mentioned this at all in the year since he came back. Apollo had figured that he knew that Apollo wouldn't die, but clearly that wasn't the case.

"Enough of that," Borysthenis' soprano voice echoed off the ballroom walls. "This is going to be a fantastic day. It's been eons since I've seen a mortal half-sibling of mine, must less interact and have a presentation night with. Now that we're all here, Dad can go get them, so we can get this party started!"

"It's not a party, Patty," Ialemus said.

"Nonsense," Cephisso shot back, "There's enough of us that this'll be a real rager."

"Here here!" Apollonis raised her hand where a flask of nectar appeared, and she chugged it down.

"Polly, our mortal siblings are children," Chariklo scolded. "No drinking!"

"Man," Apollonis' flask disappeared. "I miss the good old days."

Apollo rolled his eyes. "Alright. Chariklo, you're in charge. Asklepios, don't let Spike eat anything while I'm gone. I'll be back momentarily."

He didn't give them time to argue as he magicked himself right outside Cabin 7 at Camp Half-Blood.

Apollo entered the cabin with the amount of flourish as Severus Snape or Lucius Malfoy in those My Life As A Background Slytherin comics. "Are you children ready?"

"I was born ready," Gracie grinned, adjusting her gargantuan camping backpack on her back. How long did Gracie think she was staying at his place for; a month? "I'm so so so so so excited!"

"It's going to be fantastic," Austin agreed. He was sitting on a suitcase that Jerry was struggling to zipper up. Seriously, his children were over-packers; they only needed one change of clothes, not whatever they had thought to shove in their oversized luggage. "I can't wait to see your music studio."

"The muses Apollonides also set up karaoke in the ballroom, where we'll be sleeping."

Jerry jumped up, though whether from excitement or from achieving his herculean task of zippering Austin's suitcase, Apollo wasn't sure. "Wicked! I bloody love karaoke. Austin, are you thinking what I'm thinking."

"Obviously," Austin grinned back. "This is deadass going to be the best day every."

"Austin," Yan piped up from where they were sitting on top of a large crate filled with books. In his name, maybe he should have made a packing list for them to limit the amount of stuff they could bring. "Swear jar."

"Deadass is not a swear word, Yan," Austin argued, "It's African American Vernacular English, AAVE. It's my culture."

"Oh, I didn't know that." Yan contemplated for a minute, before nodding. "Okay, that's okay. You can use it."

"Saying fuck is my culture," Jerry said.

The look Yan gave their older brother made Apollo think that maybe this was Yan's world, and he was just living it. "I let you have bloody hell, Jay, no more than that. That's forty pence."

Jerry's mumbled reply had Yan exclaim "Eighty!"

"Bloody hell, Yan."

Yan just grinned sweetly in reply.

As amusing as this was, though a part of Apollo felt that maybe he shouldn't find his children's bickering amusing, they had places to go, people to see. Problem was, Apollo's quick glance around the room made him realize that he was missing two kids. "Where's Will and Kayla? We should be heading out."

Maybe the idiom should go speak of your children, because the door flung open and in walked Will and Kayla. Will's cargo shorts seemed to be bursting at the buttons, and he held an obscenely large med bag slung across his shoulder as he made his way towards an extremely large duffle bag. Why does he need the med bag anyway? He does know that Apollo has a fully stocked infirmary in the Sun Palace, as well as two literal gods of medicine staying over, right?

Kayla was the only of his children that did not pack everything including the kitchen sink, it seemed. Besides her bow and quiver, Kayla only had a small backpack. Reasonable, given the were staying one night.

"You guys have everything?" They better, with the size of their luggage.

Jerry pointed to Will, "Will's forgot his shadow."

"Nico's not my shadow," shouted Will. "He's his own person. He's not coming."

"He doesn't have a doctor's note?" Austin asked. "Surprising."

"I saw him packing for Camp Jupiter," Yan said.

Jerry and Austin nodded simultaneously, as if that answered all the worlds questions. Though to be fair, that did answer Apollo's.

"If that's all, let me just—"Apollo snapped his fingers, and all of the packed bags dissipated into a shimmery mist. Gracie nearly tripped as the weight on her back disappeared. "There we go, all your stuff's in the ballroom. Any last questions before we depart?"

"You have horses, right?" Gracie asked, as she readjusted herself on one of the bunk bed frames.

"I do. I have four: Aethon, Euos, Bronte, and Sterope."

"Can we ride them?"

Apollo shook his head. "There mane's are made of fire, but I can take you on a chariot ride, if you'd like."

"Yes!" exclaimed Gracie.

"You have a herd of Ponytas?" Austin grinned. "That's awesome! I love Ponyta, its one of my favorite Pokemon!"

"I think Stunfisk sucks," Jerry said. "Galarian, normal, it's rubbish."

Kayla glanced at him. "Literally nobody asked, Jerry."

"And besides," Gracie said, "Trubbish is rubbish, literally."

Jerry's attempt at mumbling "fuck off" under his breath was interrupted by Yan's cheerful, "One pound twenty."

Jerry's response brought his swear jar total up to one pound and sixty pence.

Apollo decided he should bring them to the Sun Palace before Jerry has to declare bankruptcy like he landed on someone's boardwalk with a hotel on it (wait, Jerry was his British child, so that analogy was moot. It should be before Jerry has to declare bankruptcy because he landed on someone's Mayfair with a hotel on it. Whew, that was a new catastrophe, good thing Apollo cleared that up in his head.) "Grab onto my arm and I'll bring us over."

All his children, somehow, followed the instructions. "Is this like shadow travel?" Jerry asked right before they left. "I spewed on some old lady's grave last time I shadow traveled with Nico."

His other children not so subtly moved as far away from Jerry as they could while still holding onto him.

"You'll be fine, Jerry," Apollo reassured. "I can alleviate your nausea for you while we're traveling; perks of being a medical god."

"The rest of his children visibly relaxed.

"Now that that's taken care of; we're off!"

Apollo realized just before they appeared in the ballroom that he forgot to warn his children about the python. That, of course, meant that there was nothing Apollo could do but watch in horror as they appeared in the ballroom and Austin and Jerry caught sight of the snake and their synchronized screams echoed across the room.

Asklepios, bless his heart, stared at them blankly. "He has separation anxiety."

Austin made the motion of dusting off his clothes. "Right, of course, separation anxiety. The snake has separation anxiety."

Will, in juxtaposition to his two brothers, made his way towards the snake. "He's adorable. What's his name?"

"Spike." Asklepios said.

Gracie, who had already claimed a full settee for herself that she sprawled across, turned her head to face him. "Like from My Little Pony?"

"Like from The Land Before Time." Asklepios corrected.

Gracie sat up. "You named your snake after The Land Before Time?"

Asklepios shrugged. "Spike was born after I watched that movie for the first time. And, besides, the current queen bee in Ari's hive is Barry B. Benson."

"This isn't about me," Aristaeus argued. "Leave Barry B. Benson alone, she's done nothing."

"Neither has Spike," Asklepios shot back. "Spike's non-venomous anyhow."

Jerry glanced at the snake wearily. "As long as he stays with you and doesn't eat or squeeze me."

Spike hissed, "That kid doesn't look too tasty," but fortunately Jerry didn't speak python like Apollo does. Thank himself for that.

There was an awkward pause after that; no one seemingly brave enough to break it, so, as the father, Apollo figured it was his job.

"Alright, how about I do a Sun Palace tour?"

Gracie jumped up first. "Yes! Are we stopping at the stables? Please tell me we're going to stop at the stables."

"We'll stop at the stables," agreed Apollo. "To my children who've been here before, while you don't need the tour, how about you join us anyway, get to know your mortal siblings a little."

Ialemus' voice made a few of the mortal kids jump; Apollo guessed they didn't notice his all black attire curled in the shadowed corner. "Alright, Father."

"No one wander off, it's easy to get lost. Let's get this show on the road."

Apollo was right about which immortal kids got along with which mortal kid, and he couldn't help but feel a bit smug about the fact. During the tour, Will stuck with Asklepios, and he even had Spike across his shoulders for a while (That Apollo would never ever ever understand); Kayla was enthralled by Chariklo and all the heroes that she'd trained across the millennia; Jerry and Austin were pestering the Muses Apollonides about musical tips and tricks; Aristaeus and Gracie were having a feast as they walked; Aristaeus kept pulling different cheese samples and honey sticks from his little cooler pouch; and Yan was yapping to Hymenaeus about his Shakespearean counterpart and questioning the similarities and differences between the real Hymeaneus and the As You Like It version. Ialemus stood with the god of marriage hymns, and every so often he would add something.

He also was right about which rooms his mortal kids were drawn too: Will had to practically be dragged out of the infirmary he had in the Sun Palace, which, admittedly, was much larger and more robust than the Camp Half-Blood one; the indoor archery range had Kayla near in tears; Austin's jaw hit the ground when he was the recording studio; Jerry was drawn to the full-sized theatre; Ialemus had to go and find Yan when they got lost in the library, enthralled by the copious amounts of books; and Gracie, unsurprisingly, squealed in delight when they finally reached the stable.

Apollo was incredibly happy about the fact that he could be in multiple places as once, because that meant once the tour finished and they had a quick lunch courtesy of Chariklo, he could let all of his children choose what they want to do, and actually let them do it. In the most unsurprisingly turn of events, all the mortal children ended up in the rooms they were drawn to with their half-sibling who they got along best with; Apollo really did know his children really well.

His part in the infirmary was helping Asklepios give Will a lecture on medical practices across the millennia. Will sat criss cross on one of the hospital beds, Spike on his lap.

"Why isn't this your presentation topic for PowerPoint night?" Will asked at one point.

"Because it would take too long," admitted Asklepios. "I'm focusing my presentation tonight just on leeches."

Apollo shivered, feeling the phantom of leeches sucking out his ichor.

Will nodded. "That makes sense. I do have a question though, do you and Dad only know about European medicine, or do you know international."

Asklepios grinned more broadly than Apollo had seen him in years. "Do you I know about other medical practices? Where to even begin."

In the archery range, Kayla kept quizzing Chariklo on the heroes of old, and more specifically, how she compared to them.

"Kay, you're your own hero," Apollo told her. "You don't need to compare yourself to Heracles."

"So I'm worse than Heracles," Kayla mumbled, "Got it."

"I did not say that," Apollo exclaimed.

"Basically did."

"Look, Kayla," Chariklo said softly, placing a hand on her younger sister's shoulder. "Heracles killed my husband once before he was brought back to train more heroes."

"I'M WORSE THAN THE GUY WHO KILLED CHIRON?"

"No," Chariklo backtracked. "I'm saying you're better than Heracles."

"Obviously," Kayla said. "I never killed Chiron."

Austin apparently had an entire jazz composition prepared, so Cephisso, Borysthenis, and the portion of Apollo himself with them helped him record a demo.

"This is amazing, Austin," Cephisso exclaimed, as she read through Austin's notes.

"Really," agreed Borysthenis. "And I think that Nettie and I can make it pop even more with some other instruments. Nettie's amazing at viola, and I can play a double bass. Polly can help too, she's fire on the harp. We'd just need to find a drummer."

"Can't Gracie drum?" Apollo asked Austin.

Austin nodded. "Yeah! I'm sure she'll agree! And Jerry's mom's a professional violinist so maybe she can send a demo in on violin, and my mom can play just about every jazz instrument on the planet, but she's also an amazing conductor if we want to do a music video."

"I'm down," Cephisso agreed.

Apollo couldn't help but smile. "Let's get you into the recording studio, Austin."

Jerry, Apollonis, and that part of him had managed to recreate multiple dance sequences from multiple musicals; the two most impressive being Dancing Through Life from Wicked and You Can't Stop the Beat from Hairspray.

Thank goodness most of the other Apollo's weren't doing that much physical activity, because he thought that the tiredness from dancing would seep into his other consciencenesses.

The only momentous failure was when Jerry tried to do the front walkover that Jonathan Bailey, which did led to Apollo having to ban his son from anything gymnastic related.

Besides that, it was fun, even if both Jerry and Apollonis were oddly strict about following the choreography to the tee.

The Apollo in the library had black sharpie all over his hand as he scratched out lines of prose with his sharpie to create black out poetry with Yan, Hymenaeus, and Ialemus. Ialemus' wings seemed to spread a little more now that there were less people around, and he was explaining to Yan about the poetic form of elegies. Apollo wasn't that into elegies, his poems were often bright rather than about mourning, but elegies were Ialemus' forte. Even if he never wrote them, it was nice to hear his son explain the origins and structure.

Fortunately, Aethon, Euos, Bronte, and Sterope all adored Gracie, and she adored them back. Bronte especially gravitated towards Apollo's youngest kid present, eating gingerly from her hand and neighing compliments that Apollo had to translate given Gracie does not speak fire horse.

"They really do look just like Ponytas," Gracie said softly her gloved hand petting Bronte's side. "They're so magnificent."

Aristaeus, who was trying to save his cheese from being eaten by Sterope, frowned. "What's a Ponyta?"

"A Pokemon," Gracie explained, "They're from this game and anime where you can collect and catch these creatures called Pokemon. Each Pokemon has one or two elements: water, fire, grass, things like that. Ponyta's a fire horse Pokemon and it evolves into Rapidash, which is like a fire-y unicorn."

Aristaeus seemed to think about that. "Are there any like bees?"

"Beedrill," Gracie told him.

Aristaeus nodded. "I like that one."

Apollo chuckled. "You've never even seen Beedrill, Ari."

"If it's like a bee, I love— hey, Sterope!"

Sterope bumped Aristaeus with his muzzle, whinnying about food.

"She's hungry," Apollo told them. "Do you want to help me get their hay."

"Yes!" Gracie exclaimed. "Let's go!"

After taking everyone to dinner at Apollo's favorite restaurant in the Mount Olympus agora—which Apollo had to provide demigod safe ingredients so that the chefs could prepare meals for the six demigods; taking everyone in groups of three in his Sun chariot (besides Yan, who refused the moment they saw that the horses flew); a lot of karaoke, and a lot of arguing over who was sleeping where, it was final time for the most anticipated part of the sleepover: PowerPoint time!

"How are we supposed to decide who goes first?" Austin asked as everyone settled down on the now all forward facing couches.

"An intense fifteen way game of rock paper scissors?" suggested Gracie.

"Bubblegum bubblegum in a dish?" Will threw out.

"A spinney wheel." Jerry declared. "It must be a spinney wheel."

Apollo snapped his finger and a spinney wheel with all their names on it appeared. "I can do spiny wheel."

"Brilliant," Jerry muttered.

So no one could argue about who was going to spin the wheel, Apollo spun it. It landed on Kayla.

"Yes!" Kayla exclaimed, and Apollo pulled up her power point, which had been emailed to him along with the rest over the course of the week since this night was planned. The title slide: The Zombie Apocalypse is Here: Which Sibling is Best. "I'm going to be ranking every single one of you, besides Dad, on who I'd want with me during the zombie apocalypse.

Kayla's slides were incredibly detailed, with funny quips and antidotes about each sibling, including the godly ones who Kayla had first met today. Some notable inclusions include, in dead last, Austin because "The dead don't appreciate classical music", Ialemus right ahead of Austin because "Everyone's dying, I don't think a chthonic god by my side is the best idea", Asklepios and Will at second and third respectively because "Healer, duh", and Chariklo in first because "She's worked with demigods so long, she'd probably stop the zombie with sheer willpower."

Kayla ended her slide with an exaggerated bow and plopped back down, prompting Apollo to spin the wheel again.

Yan's presentation was on snitching on all their siblings about how often the swear jar is used: unsurprisingly Jerry won by a landslide, but Kayla wasn't too far behind. Will apparently never swore in front of his siblings, but Yan got insider info from Nico, Cecil, and Lou Ellen that he's got the mouth of a sailor when they are not around.

Apollonis made a very passionate argument about why the lyre's middle note was the bread and butter, which her two sisters vehemently disagreed with. "Imagine if you had to jump from low to high or high to low," she argued, "That's so jarring. You need the middle to go smoothly."

Cephisso followed her sister with her presentation titled: Writing Altos The Show We Deserve; a detailed musical outline about a girl trying to find her lost love through only her voice. "And they're both altos," exclaimed Cephisso. "Two main leads, both altos, this is what the people yearn for."

"Who's the people," Borysthenis shot back, "You?"

"Obviously, Patty!"

Apollo went next, and his chosen topic ended up being why he was the better twin than Artemis, because if he did something with his kids, someone would get hurt, and at least he was immortal if Artemis shot him for this. Actually, he should show her his power point, really solidify his points of "Moonlight is created from the reflection of the sun", "Arty does not have much of an imagination", and "I'm cooler".

He decided to ignore the fact that ever single one of his kids agreed that last one was a lie.

Austin, unsurprisingly, titled his masterpiece Why Jazz Music is Objectively the Best (Not Biased At All), which was, again unsurprisingly, completely biased.

Apollo had to stifle a giggle when Gracie's presentation Picking the True Capital of Bolivia came up.

Will groaned outline. "Really, Gracie?"

Gracie looked straight at him, "I will be using the parameters of what makes a good capital city to help them make their choice. I will send this to their embassy."

"You will not," said Will.

"Watch me."

"Maybe we shouldn't do that, Gracie," Apollo said softly.

Gracie huffed, but gave her presentation so flawlessly that Apollo honestly thought that maybe she should go to the embassy for a brief moment until reality set back in.

Ialemus explained the importance of picking a good funeral hymn, though Apollo added, "Not that this is something you six will be thinking about for a while."

Kayla nodded. "I need my Olympic gold first, then I'll think on funeral hymns."

Chariklo's presentation on the importance of a well-rounded education touched the god of knowledge part of Apollo very deeply, and made Apollo wish that she could get over her grudge with Dionysus (one of the few people she disliked) and go back to being at Camp Half-Blood full time. Given she was his daughter, though, Apollo doubted that would happen.

Aristaeus, unsurprisingly, titled his presentation I LOVE BEES and explained their importance in the ecosystem. Apollo thought it was quite interesting, even if he knew most of the information beforehand.

Asklepios' Leeches presentation right after instead left Apollo with even more phantom leeches crawling across his body, so that one was decidedly not his favorite. Jerry's presentation on Assigning Everyone A Starkid Production, on the flip side, was unabashedly one of his favorites. He'd take his "Dad's A Very Potter Musical because he's the OG; he's quite a lot like Harry, and he'd defeat the dragon with a guitar" with stride, thank you very much.

Will's presentation was solely titled: Spaceballs: The Presentation and went into detail about how the 1987 Star Wars parody was one of the best cinematic masterpieces of all time, and the clips from the movie he showed left Apollo with tears in his eyes.

Borysthenis took on the gargantuan task of tier ranking every single stringed instrument, unsurprisingly having a separate tier just for the lyre called "GODDESS TIER", obviously screamed because of the all-caps.

To end the night, Hymenaeus' presentation on why Apollo should have a wedding was down with the Leeches presentation. Though, admittedly, Hymenaeus apparently just wanted to plan a wedding, so perhaps Apollo could indulge and let Hymenaeus plan him a party of sorts, because he really really wanted to.

Overall though, Apollo had a great time watching his children's presentations, and vowed that, if his father didn't hate him, he'd have to do it again with them another time. Maybe he'd even let them bring plus-ones, and those with children can bring them along as well. Have a full-blown Power Point Party.

Apollo made sure every one of his children, even the godly ones, were tucked in, though he was cautious with Will as Spike decided to sleep with the demigod. What was it with healing kids and snakes?

Despite the fact that Apollo could've slept in his own bed, he decided to sleep with his children in a sleeping bag. Was it super comfy? No, but there wasn't a place Apollo would rather be than where he was.