Zeus shook his head with a smirk at the mention of her husband and his son setting things on fire. It was quite likely that it would happen, honestly. But, that was the least of his worries. He was far more concerned with a political nightmare associated with the two of them running around unrestrained among other pantheons. However, it was leagues better an association for Loki to have than his rather former firm attachment to Eris. That girl was pure trouble.
For everyone. Everywhere. That was an energy Zeus had never been able to figure out how to channel into something productive. Even Ares, and to a much lesser extent Enyo, had their uses. But Eris was scattered, erratic, completely lacked focus and had no filter as to what was appropriate.
She took after her mother, that was for sure.
“That seems likely. However, take comfort in the knowledge that my son would never intentionally harm anyone. At least not unless they really do something deplorable.” And even then it was less harming them and more transforming them. Violence wasn't really his thing. “Infinitely better an association for your husband to have than Eris, I assure you.”
As they approached the funnel cakes, Zeus tried to decide if he wanted anything other than maybe a coffee. It would be terrible. Coffee at fairgrounds was always bitter and burnt, but some coffee was better than no coffee.
“A word of advice,” he added, “I have found the best way to keep my son's sharp and clever mind from creating waves of trouble in his wake... is to keep him occupied. Channel it into something productive and useful.” Which Zeus always assumed was Odin's greatest failure as a ruler -his complete inability to control any of his people or make them useful. “It is not fool proof, but it has helped a great deal.”