"Oooh, I come from a place where manners are every-damn-thing," Sif replied. "Even when you are fighting, you are doing it with a good nature and polite finesse. It's probably why everyone enjoyed things going wrong now and then." No, she would not mention Loki, even though he came to mind. That was a wound for another day. Or another shot of tequila, somewhere down the line.
"Face it, we will always be surrounded by children, even the grown kind," Sif added, with a suffering sigh. "Let's do a pitcher on the beach. This harvest goddess needs to feel the sun for a little while. It will throw off my internal clock like mad, but who cares? I could stand to watch some waves for a little while and have you tell me about what the twins brought home this time."