“Oh, try me,” Styx challenged and turned away from the shelf to look at this other goddess that she didn't know. “It is not that Philotes is not a fan of organization, but she finds the need to have all garments organized by type, color and fabric to be overkill because... it's all black.” Hate shrugged. “It's not all black, or gray for that matter... but that section may be... significantly larger than the rest.”
She gave a small smile, “she's actually the anomaly among my siblings. The... white sheep among all the black ones, if you will.” Leaning conversationally against the shelf next to her, she had to ask, “I am intrigued, though. Who is your sister?”