Sigyn had a comment for Thor and just what he could do with that hammer of his. Just like she bit her tongue about Odin and his spying menagerie. The truth was, she didn't have anything against wither As personally. What she had a problem with was how very often they convinced Lokie to run off on some jaunt or other, and usually none of them were up to any good. They were bad influences, both of them. None of which she intended to share with a brother and a son that might feel obligated to defend his family.
He'd already done enough defending today, with the way he'd had to support his wife. And Sigyn was beginning to rather like the moppet-headed skald. He was not only genial, he was engaging in a way that made it seem like more than just polite pleasantness. Sigyn knew about polite pleasantness; it was what she got from the other Asynia. Providing Frigg was somewhere nearby. If not, she was rarely afforded pleasantness, polite or otherwise, from the majority of the cackling hens. Only the closest of Frigg's handmaidens avoided showing such obvious duplicity. For all she knew, they didn't like her either, but she'd never gotten a hint of that. As an outsider who came to Asgard late, it was somewhat to be expected. Sigyn didn't feel all that bad about it though; that lot would smile at each other even while plotting to push one anther off Bifrost. At least they were inadvertently more honest with Sigyn.
Bragi may not be completely honest-- really, who actually kissed snails?-- but he was remarkably genuine and sincere. Or so she thought, and she felt she was a pretty fair judge of character. After all, she saw Loki for what he truly was, rather than what the rumors painted him to be. Bragi, Sigyn felt, was a good-hearted individual. So it would be unkind to take her frustrations with Thor and Odin out on him.
So she rolled her eyes at his comment to show her displeasure with Loki only. “Oh not just oatcakes. Oatcakes with cloudberries. Cloudberries that I slogged through a bog to pick. Just for him, because they're his favorite.” She huffed out a sigh of good-natured irritation. “Well, he's not getting them now, since he's run off. Too bad for Loki. Would you like one?”