Hope & Sif
Sif furrowed her brow. "I am not familiar with this drink, absinthe. I do like champagne, though. It fizzes." Which was not as common among the drinks of Asgard as it was among Midgardians, and champagne, at least the good stuff, wasn't so sweet, nor did it have the strange taste that Sif had learned to associate with false sweetness or whatever it was that came in the drinks of dieting. (Sif did not believe in the drinks of dieting. She believed in working off the ones with sugar in battle or other forms of exercise.) "Let us try this Death in the Afternoon, and we shall see whether we conquer it."