Sif & Bruce
Sif stared at the man as he offered greetings along with suggestions of palatable fare. She knew him, of course, but her thoughts of him were hardly of the easy-going human male he presented himself as at present. There was nothing dangerous in his demeanor. His face was pleasant. His tone was pleasing to the ears. A proper response would be to smile.
"Thank you for the suggestion and the welcome. I am still acclimating to this place. I am grateful to have been invited."
That was the polite thing to offer in conversation. Sif was aware they had no responsibility to her. She was from a world where these people had met Thor yet they were not of Asgard. They were superior to humans, but did not consider themselves such which she found admirable. Humility was hard to keep in one's grasp when one found themselves too often matchless.
"I do not care for sweets. I eat as necessary though rarely for enjoyment. I do little for enjoyment save spar and that has been something I've yet to find a good partner for since coming to this place. I was told not to ask you to spar with me so I will not. I am not so good at conversation. Forgive me."