Irene rolls her eyes at Mycroft with no real seriousness; it could be called camp, oh, you got me, and she doesn't even bother trying to chase her smile away.

She turns the same smile on Ilde. "From what you've told me about him, I'd have to at least buy your father a drink-" Irene admires reckless absurdity "-although look how that ended for Hasi."

Though the tone of her voice implies that a two month flash of marriage for the hell of it isn't the worst thing she can think of. Well, she did pronounce it 'adorable' when Ilde told her the story. "How do you two know each other?"