Sigyn has a little more decorum than most Norse folks of her home. For instance, she doesn't guzzle mead and then belch in appreciation. No, she finds the noxious gas of the belching and as well the banging of mugs to be irritating (and as such, tables are just not made of hardier materials anymore) and she refrains. But true, her eating habit could use some improvement, especially in the manners department.

She sets aside her fork once she's scarfed down her last bit of eggs and toast, reaching for her glass of juice. "I was thinking about being naughty for once with my academics and perhaps "ditching" classes today." She drinks half her glass of juice. It's cool and refreshing and sweetly flavored. "What say you?"