Peitho laughed. She swayed around and pretended to dance as Iris talked, her with her ice cream hat and Iris with the bumblebee hat of doom. For every riduculous Ascot type hat, where were the cute berets or slouch hats. This was just crazy.
She walked around the shop as Iris looked for something else, ducking out of the way of low hanging ranks that would have ripped her couture away. But her eyes widened at the mention of the West Wind. She knew of course the basics of what had happened; Peitho had known he was back but hadn't heard much else. "He did? Gods above Iris, what did he say?"
Persuasion put her hands on her hips and looked at the Messenger. "I like it. It's simple but elegant. It suits you really well." She looked up and laughed hard as she took the hat off and put it back on a hat stand. "I don't think it talks back but I wouldn't put it past it either." She reached out and picked up a cute beach straw hat and put it on. "This one though, I like it."