Subject to Interpretation [tag: Zephyrus]
Iris shook her head and laughed. “Okay, wow,” she said as they came up to the next piece in the exhibition. “I do not understand modern art at all.” She stood beside her husband, staring down a... thing. A cube by Alighiero Boetti that she couldn't quite figure out the how or why it was called 'art.' It wasn't art. It was a bunch of things smooshed together into a cube and somehow labeled incorrectly as art.
Art museums weren't really her cup of tea on normal occasions. However, she had been looking to get out of Europe for awhile -something provoked by the hostile climate in Greece and the whole Olympics thing going on in England... and she was out with Zephyrus on this day. So she figured they would go in to the Museum of Modern Art in New York, look around, and make snarky comments about what they saw.
Tipping her head, Iris hoped that maybe by getting a look at it from a different angle she'd see the 'art' in it.
No such luck.
“This rather makes me nostalgic for the days when people painted stories on vases. Or at the very least made elaborate frescoes.” She scrunched up her nose, looked at Zephyrus and pointed to the cube. “That is not art.” Shifting her clutch from her right to her left hand, she continued. “I mean, at least then we understood what we were looking at, even if we didn't know the stories. This... I don't know what this is, Zeph. Do you?”
It was a rare bit of time that the two of them had free to spend together and she was going to make the most of it. Sure, there was time at home. But that was at home, on Olympus, and not far enough away from their fellow gods to just enjoy each other's company. Besides, in this sort of environment where Zephyrus was given the opportunity to make silly observations, Iris would remember what drew her to him to begin with.