This entire celebration was still alien to Sif, who had taken to asking around and decided that it had begun as the birth celebration of one of Midgard's deities, then had evolved (or devolved?) into a family-centered celebration heavily reliant on committing excesses and spending a lot of coin proving to others that they were important. There was also the part where they liked to commit even more excesses to mark the passing of another year, which seemed to Sif as an act of desperation from those who did not have many to celebrate in the first place - but then, that was her Asgardian-centric view talking. She tried not to make it known too much these days.

In any case, eventually she had stopped trying to make sense of it and had dove right into celebrating like others did. It was lucky that she had returned from her travels when she did, truthfully, as it was certainly not the winter solstice anywhere near her ship. There was probably not even a winter. There had been a lot of merry making, a lot of heart-warming moments with newfound (though perhaps not so new now) Midgardian friends, and now here she was, celebrating the year's end with none other than Loki, whom she had not seen in months. Again.

The passing of time seemed to deter them none, however, as they fell into easy conversation and ages-old teasing right away, this time with even more drink than usual. She took his cup with a grin, cheeks reddened from the staggering amount of alcohol she had already ingested. "Adventurers. We do not steal and we do not conquer, we explore." At least they did now. Sif took a sip of her drink. "But yes. Pirates. And what have you been doing while I was off adventuring?"