It's because she doesn't have eyelashes," Daisy said.Iris turned to her with...

It's because she doesn't have eyelashes," Daisy said.
Iris turned to her with complete calm and said, "I hate you."
"That's a terrible thing to say, Daisy," Honoria said, turning on
her with a stern expression. It was true that Iris was extraordinarily
pale, with the kind of strawberry blond hair that seemed to render
her lashes and brows almost invisible. But she'd always thought Iris
was absolutely gorgeous, almost ethereal-looking.
"If she didn't have eyelashes, she'd be dead," Sarah said.
Honoria turned to her, unable to believe the direction of the
conversation. Well, no, that was not completely accurate. She
believed it {unfortunately}. She just didn't understand it.
"Well, it's true," Sarah said defensively. "Or at the very least,
blind. Lashes keep all the dust from our eyes."
"Why are we having this conversation?" Honoria wondered
aloud.
Daisy immediately answered, "It's because Sarah said she
didn't think Iris could look venomous, and then I said-"
"I know," Honoria cut in, and then, when she realized Daisy still
had her mouth open, looking as if she was only waiting for the right
moment to complete her sentence, she said it again. "I know. It was
a hypothetical question."
"It still had a perfectly valid answer," Daisy said with a sniff.