It made Iris snigger to see the hat on Peitho, even more to look back at herself in the mirror with the bee colored hat on. This was all settling into ridiculousness. Certainly there had to have been a hat somewhere in the shop that didn't look like couture gone horribly wrong. Something hopefully without feathers or fur, or at least not an exorbitant amount of it.
She set the hat back on the peg she had taken it from, giggled again at Peitho and moved toward another rack where some more normal looking hats were. Her fingers clasped around a simple black newsboy hat, crocheted rather than felted or leathered, and placed it on her head. Moving back in front of the mirror, Iris started fiddling with strands of her hair to see if she actually liked the simple one or not.
"Did I tell you Zephyrus came to see me?" She asked, suddenly serious. The mirth of their afternoon hadn't totally left her face yet, but it was a dour subject that she was constantly looking for more advice on.
Turning around to face her friend, Iris asked a secondary question, "what do you think of this one?" Except that Peitho still had the horrid orange hat on. "Take that off," she giggled again, full mirth returning, "I feel like I'm asking questions to that hat rather than to you."