"I was referring to the discord the imminent birth of your future relation is causing amongst the divine."
Eris raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really?" She snaps her fingers, a pair of chairs and a table manifest nearby. She sat down, folding her legs elegantly. "So Lord of Mischief, what manner of opportunities did you have in mind?"
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