Irene grew up with an older brother and father who were avid drinkers. She had no choice but to keep up or she wouldn't be able to spend time with either one of them.
Unknowingly, they had prepared her for being alongside rowdy knights whenever they put her up to challenges or pushed her beyond her limits.
That's why, when Trenton put forth a challenge to Henry and anyone around who was listening, Irene couldn't help but participate in the chaos.
To be able to drink big knights under the table always put her in such a good mood.
At least until she faced Sir Trenton who was built like a mountain and nearly just as wide. She felt bad for the horse he rode on, wondering if the animal had back pains after being ridden for days on end.
It wasn't that he was simply large but most of his size was due to his muscular physique. Everyone knew someone with his build would be hard to measure up to while drinking.
