Date, he almost laughed, except that it was alarmingly true and he hadn't really considered that aspect of it. There hadn't been a whole lot in terms of entertaining things to do back when their relations where new, which was far overshadowed by how secret they had to keep everything until a formal engagement had been made. The secrecy had been frustrating at best, always on alert to be sure that Sigyn's reputation didn't gain tarnish from nothing more than being seen with him, regardless of how innocent the situation might have been. The Aesir didn't care about truth, the lot of them were more concerned with gossip and Loki had not wanted her to get caught up in the whirlwind of it all. Eventually she did get swept into their gossip, but by that point he already had Odin's blessing and couldn't have cared less what the others thought.
Considering how rocky all relationships prior to Sigyn went, he was still surprised to see her beside him - arm in arm with him and seeming so very glad that he remembered such a minute detail. How could she expect him to forget? Even completely drunk as he had been, she had still stunned him silent. Long enough to qualify as having his breath taken away.
Funny, the first time he sees her in years he was also drunk. Were they repeating history, in a way? Loki hoped not. For while there were so many wonderful moments, days and evenings... he wouldn't wish living through what they had in the end on anyone. Ever. But this was a second chance, really, and a chance he would take full opportunity to make the most of. He had tried before, to give her what she wanted and deserved, and failed. He would try again. He would try harder.
"Well," he replied. One hand was in his pocket, fiddling for the papers he had tucked in there with details of the evening, the other arm was linked happily with his wife's. His eyes strayed to the clock for but a second, reading the time before continuing. "It is about quarter to eleven and there is a gala event down at the opera house. But I swear no actual opera is involved, I don't know if I could stomach it." While he was completely serious, Loki's free hand left his pocket and clutched his stomach as if the idea alone made him ill. "At twelve thirty there's a philharmonic thing to ring in the new year. Which seems kind of backwards, to do it after everyone has been drinking." But maybe that made the music tolerable. Loki didn't claim to understand French logic and wasn't about to start now.