"I do." Sif grumbled. "Well, some of them. Dunking you into the ponds and lakes, rivers and other courses of water are very fond memories indeed." And here they were again, joking at the expense of one another, but not really.

When he let go Sif made to stumble, but held herself, and moved to the closest bench. It was turned exactly to where the fireworks would be taking place, and so Sif plopped down unceremoniously, settling the bottles between her knees. Immediately she began working on opening one, with clumsy drunken fingers and not a lot of focus. "Well, then. We've arrived to our destination. I presume it's not long now?"