Drax and Hope
"Upchuck just means vomit. It's not pleasant but that's okay, I'm here for you," and, well, Hope could explain that. At the very least. Rum was something best attempted for one's self, since she could try to describe the cinnamon burn of it, but it simply needed to be consumed to understand.
Drax had done edibles with her though, so she was certain he'd like rum too, even if it would take a whole barrel to get him drunk. Man, everyone had a superhuman metabolism and superhuman durability except her.
"Oh, looks like you're next," she nodded toward the hot dog eating contest registration. "Go get 'em, big guy."