Well how nice of the man of iron(y) to invite them for drinks, because until she makes actual coin for wielding, Sif is still very much 'broke'. She prefers calling it relying on the friendship of others for alcohol. No more blades will be traded for money anymore, she is starting to feel naked without them as they get out of her hands.

She takes a seat across from Tony, smiling. "You look in...good spirits." Get it.