One of the capitals of fashion in the civilized world and by far one of Iris' favorite places to shop. Though occasionally it wasn't the quality and practicality of fashion that brought her into a boutique shop specializing in couture garments. Sometimes it was the absolute horridness of what she saw in the window that drew her in, if for no other reason than pure amusement. It was rather like the things one saw in high fashion magazines, such as Harper's Bazaar, things that should be classified as bizarre and not fashionable at all.
Whatever people who wore, created or modeled high fashion were thinking, Iris had no idea. Apparently, neither did Peitho since the two of them were having a time of it in a local hat shop both trying on and mocking the styles of hats available for purchase as rather ridiculous prices.
"You know what this one reminds me of?" She asked, grateful that the older woman who ran the shop spoke very poor English and no Greek, and held up a horrific lavender number covered in yellow and pink flowers. Nestled inside the bouquet of flowers was a small fake bird. A canary.
A canary. On the hat.
She stifled a giggle, for the shopkeepers benefit alone. "It reminds me of those atrocious wigs from the 1700's. The ones that had miniature boats and birds always tucked into them." Iris crinkled her nose a bit, but the corners of her mouth remained turned up in a relatively amused grin.
To make matters worse, she placed it boldly on Peitho's head, delight alight in her eyes. "Now see, all you need are some hefty panniers and an overly snug bodice and you'd be ripe for Marie Antoinette's court."
She knew Persuasion would be a good sport about it all, which is why they got along so well. It was she who was one of the few who seemed to bring out Iris' more playful side. The part of her that wasn't always regal. The part of Iris that sniggered when something struck her as humorous and made silly jokes when the situation called for it. It was then that she was the type of goddess Hera would have probably frowned upon, far seeming to prefer Iris to remain more modest and proper in personality.
The thing was, sometimes she really wanted to let her hair down and be a touch more... free.