Sif & Hope
"Then it'll happen," Hope decided - yes, there, decision made. She'd ensure her place was all spic and span (wouldn't be difficult, given how small it was) and that she had enough food and adult beverages that were more like child beverages for someone of Sif's genetic makeup, and it would be great. Slumber party.
It also didn't hurt to hear that someone wanted to spend time with her - it kind of gave her warm and fuzzies, like her innards were made of chocolate chips. "Well, okay, so I'll just - grab a drink?" Maybe just a soda, she didn't want to be stumbling all over herself when she saw Sif's place, "...and then you let me know when you want to go for a tour?"