Taking the bottle with an appreciative sound, Sif looked back up at him. "Bragi indeed has a silver tongue, but he's also busy in Asgard, so I'm spared that war of words." Chuckling, she waved Hedy over to the table as she fetched two wineglasses and her decanter. It was a convoluted piece of crystal, a wedding gift from centuries before, and as she uncorked the wine and poured it into the top, the liquid coursed through the twists and turns, aerating as it went. Her back was to him as she continued, "I think quite a few of the Aesir have gone journeying over Midgard, these days. It's become quite the thing."
She brought over the wine and the two glasses to the table, where she'd laid out dinner right before he arrived. "And you? Gallivanting outside the pantheon, these days?" She took a sip, smiling at him over the rim.