There was never a question, even when a request for her presence was followed with the if you are available, as to if Iris was available. She made herself available. Always. As promptly as possible. That was the way of things.
So for her to minimize the book she was reading and slip her shoes back on was no trouble at all, the tablet even came with her -something wonderful that Hermes had insisted upon her trying out for keeping track of everything at once and discreetly having whatever sort of mindless smut she was choosing to numb her brain with at the same time buried inside the Kindle app. Even better, it worked with a stylus so she no longer needed a notebook, so the whole thing tucked beautifully into this fancy hardcover flip case with a holder for the stylus, looking all professional and there she was, work and leisure all in one.
Of course Hermes would know all about that.
Of course he would have been the one to lure her to the dark side and it had to do with technology. If she didn't adore him so much, she would have thrown a shoe at him, but then she'd have never have gotten it back.
Not knowing really what Hera wanted, Iris moved into the throne room as if it were any other day, tablet tucked in preparation under her arm, in case something in the calendar needed to be updated or added... anything at all, but was greeted with the most unlikely of sights.
Hera looked pleased, in a genuine non malicious sort of way, and was sitting down... at the lower step level with... Zelos, who looked quite out of sorts...
… were they both drinking.
… and Hera called for her.
Only because the mood seemed rather light, Iris posed the question, “Is alcohol a requirement for this gathering? I'll make myself a martini if that's the case.” At which point she gave Hera a somewhat confused, but mostly questioning look to ask what was going on.