"Ugh, Christians," Iris scoffed. "Fuck 'em. They're on my list too."
"Thank you," she replied. Then she rolled her eyes so hard, they almost fell out of her head. "Ugh, brides. But apart from that...playing host to Hypnos, he's passed out on my couch. Playing the guitar occasionally at open mic nights. Being grateful that every day that passes is another day without Hera."