"A farm?" Sif actually laughed as they walked. "A Midgardian farm, no less. Do you chew on long-stemmed wheat and wrestle hooved animals without your clothes?"
Sif's idea of a farm may have been slightly misinformed.
"I should say that is what mortals are prone to do, with or without the conflict. Perhaps this is their paradise-" She paused, her eyes squeezing a bit narrow.