In truth Sif had not meant for that response to sound so serious as she was simply, in her own direct way, reiterating how much Loki's friendship meant to her now she had regained it. Of course were she a lot more sober she would have realized the intensity of her words had been a lot greater than she had intended.

"I am certain I have told you this before, Loki," Sif began, with a satisfied smirk, "but your self-awareness does you credit." She was almost certain she had told him this before in similar circumstances, no less.

Looking down at where Loki had brushed something off on her arm, Sif frowned. "It's glitter isn't it? I've had it on my skin for days. Everything is glittery now, is it a holiday custom, do you know?" She looked around as he remarked on people's compulsion for telling the time out loud to one another, sometimes to the room. "They don't wish to be caught unawares by midnight, so I'm told. Midnight is when everything happens, apparently. They hold onto it like magic, like other than cosmically and in their calendars, a cycle is truly ending and another beginning, with clear though invisible change."

Sif had looked away as she considered this, and after a moment looked back up at Loki with a smile. "New chances, I think. New beginnings. They love those." As her eyes descended slightly from his face, Sif's smile turned into a soft laugh. She stepped forward, brushing glitter from the collar of his jacket. "Another victim of the glitter epidemic. Is no one truly safe?"