"True," Sif agreed, as regarded the time; it was, and she gave Loki a tiny little smile of acknowledgement that he was, in fact, responsible. And not keeping her horse up too late or her at work too late. "She'll be here again. She lives here. And that's very sad, about your horse -- I hope you call him, occasionally."
Despite the fact the smile grew, it was clear Sif wasn't joking. She really expected Loki to call up the horse to chat on the phone.