He grinned when Sif's bottle overflowed rather abruptly, but he let that serve as a reminder to be a bit more gentle with his own. He ripped the foil and untwisted the wire from one of his, carefully working the cork out.

"Reminiscing does seem to be the way of things," he admitted. "But I prefer the drinking and making merry more than that. So we can just continue to speak of entirely inconsequential things, if you like. Unless you'd rather discuss Midgardian customs instead?" Which, even he would admit, were certainly very inconsequential at times indeed.