While Sif knew what Loki was grinning so broadly at, she only rolled her eyes. It was too much effort to be offended or angry at being caught in an unfortunate choice of words at the moment.

Snorting inelegantly at his sudden uncovering of childhood memories, Sif shook her head. "We've not been children for centuries upon centuries now, Loki, can't you let it go? I've let go of many a thing. These days I shall only hope you fall into it without my interference so that I may laugh at chance and the way of the world more openly." Looking up, she scrunched up her nose at him. "It's more fun that way."

They had arrived at the garden, and found it empty, as well as badly lit. No surprise, seeing as most if not all guests of the hotel were out front proper, better lit and possibly better supplied. It was no matter, however, as there were four bottles between the two of them. Not that the amount of alcohol was the crucial factor of this entire experience, of course. "Do you think we can see the fireworks properly from here?"