Harold listened as Chiron answered his question, explaining the situation by comparing it to Harry Potter.  Truthfully, he had never read the books, but he did see the first movie.  He understood what Chiron was getting at though.  And he smirked as he mentioned how Sarah must not have been very nice.  "Yeah, she had a temper, to put it mildly."<br/><br/>When Chiron introduced him to Mr. D, or Dionysus, Harold gulped when the man, god, made his threat.  As silly as it sounded, he had the impression that he could actually do it.  "Um..nice to meet you....sir."  He thought about reaching over, offering the god a handshake, not wanting to be rude, but he wasn't sure if that was appropriate when you meet a god.  Then again, what was appropriate?  Prostrating before them?<br/><br/>Reaching out, he took the goblet from him, looking at it curiously.  Glancing around, he noticed others drinking from similar goblets, with no pitchers of any kind around.  Shrugging, he looked down at the goblet, and thought about what he wanted.  "Jack and Coke, on the rocks."  His eyes widened as the goblet filled, and he took a sip.  It was the real deal alright, with just the right mix of whiskey and coke, and not too much or too little ice.  Remembering that he was underage, he looked sheepishly at Chiron.  "Er, my parents are pretty loose when it comes to letting me drink.  As long as I don't go overboard.  But hey, if I'm a son of a god, it should be okay, right?"