AN: The first deliberate ship drabble I've done, I think. Chiris. It's the next big thing, just you wait. And let the record show that I started it. Only slightly a crack ship.
Chiron/Iris
Seven Sunny Days in June by U2 [5:07]
"Can you keep track of anything in Miami for me?" Chiron asked, eyes looking just as tired and worried as they had the last three millennia.
Iris smiled. "Of course, dear." She frowned for a moment, considering… "You know, I just got a shipment of this great new calming lotion, and I think it would—"
"No, no, you're too kind." A (slightly forced) chuckle escaped him. "Really, Iris, where do you find these things?"
"I'm the messenger goddess, Chiron," she huffed indignantly. "I know everything eventually. Voice activation – it's going to be big, unfortunately. If people would only go back to their roots…"
"The joys of technology," Chiron quipped. A plate smashed behind him, and he turned around. "I have to go—remember Miami, please!"
"Of course, of course! And don't forget about the lotion!" She blew him a kiss and shut off the message.
…And she could have sworn she'd seen him blush.