Aphrodite's light, musical laughter swept light and sweet through the hall, and she reached out to tug on Discord's skirts, somehow finding exactly the spot that was unmarred by battle or tatters.
"I'm sure they would, if they didn't fall out of the chariot from the shock!" she grinned. It wasn't that Aphrodite had never been to battle, but it was certainly close enough to it. She even had her own seeming, Areia, which was Enyalios' favorite, of course. But such occasions were few and far between, comparatively, and she had the feeling this one would go long and ugly.
Aphrodite was so rarely fond of anything ugly.
"And never fear, sweet Eris, I am certain I shall find something to occupy me. Such a coup you've accomplished, above and below! There's certain to be strife among the gods for years." She looked up at the other goddess and winked.
As they walked, she smiled contentedly. There was little to be done about war -- there was always something for men to fight over, and in Aphrodite's mind love was as noble a cause as any.
"I trust as you serve as a positive enough feminine influence for them."