Who: Poseidon and Triton When: Yesterday night ((Because I fail and fell asleep)) Where: Triton's flat What: Dinner time!
People these days tended to take a warning more seriously about their work effort leading them to being fired. Though Poseidon probably was going to fire them anyway, he told his section of morons on the docks that if they found their brains and got to getting the boats ready for tomorrow, they'd be just fine for still having a job.
He left shortly after he spoke to his son, arriving probably a half an hour later. Though it was tempting to just walk right in the door unannounced, he found it in him to knock.
Though he hadn't actually spent time with his son dinner style (or sadly he didn't really think he spent time with him at all), he didn't think expect this to be awkward, uncomfortable or one of those occasions where silently in his head he wanted to duck and run.