Even as a joke, it was a thought Iris briefly entertained before dismissing it. Long ago, it had been like that, hadn’t it? Displease the gods, get smitten. She had never actually inflicted it, though she had delivered the bad news from time to time. Of course, they had never had to deal with this sort of thing. As tempting as violence could sometimes be on the spur of the moment, it was never something Iris would condone. Or do, for that matter. Mostly. It was bad enough knowing that it had already happened in all this fiasco. At the same time, she knew some gods were just…..built for it. Just as she wasn’t.
Iris laughed a little and shook her head, rousing herself from the mood she found herself in. “I’d rather the fairy tale, however unlikely it may be. It’s hope, after all. It may be optimism, or I suppose some would think it’s just being foolish, but giving up and not trying to work towards the peaceful solution would be unlikely for me.” She found herself smirking slightly at the idea. “I suppose that sort of determination makes me good at what I do. I know what I want, and not always knowing how to get it won’t deter me.” She smiled brightly and took another swallow of beer. “Now, with any luck, flattening everything won’t be the solution here, and I won’t be completely wrong.”