The brigand's grin on her face widened even further at Aphrodite's sweet words, and Eris laced her hands behind her back, swaying a little like a child pleased with the approval she'd met. Some of these Olympians were digestible - like her playmates, Dite's own children, as well as their father, the mighty Ares - and though she hadn't planned such a success, she was quite glad that Dite had won her little contest. Though Hera often gave her fun things to do, Eris found the matronly goddess to be a little too uptight for her tastes, and Athena was another story entirely.
At least Aphrodite would play along.
"There was a problem with my invitation," she replied, sourly, her smile turning from mischievous to malicious. The hands behind her back fell to her sides, the left picking at her scorched and dirty dress that covered the bare feet leaving footprints on the clean table cloth. "But I think I sorted out the problem." The smile tempered, the cup she'd kicked over tentatively played with by the same foot to set it spinning.
"It was fun, but now, now it's quite boring. Are all the Olympian's parties like these? You all must be bored to tears so quickly," she continued, realizing too late that the thing she wanted was not as wonderful as believed. Eris had been on battlefields far more interesting than the interior of the pavilion - people sitting at these long tables and eating and talking? No fighting, no bloodshed? It quickly dawned on Eris that, had she been invited to this party after all, she probably would have left in the middle of it.