Thor and Vision
Being at a feast, where one was meant to both gorge themselves on food and imbibe was not an event Vision would have chosen to attend on his own. He didn't eat, he didn't drink - any food would just sit, uncomfortably, and wouldn't actually digest. Not to mention he couldn't actually taste anything - out of all his sophisticated, highly advanced constructs and programming, he was never created to find comfort in something like food.
He could understand why others might, however. So here he was - his attendance was a show of support.
Of course, he'd shifted into his human-passing visage, letting the smooth vibranium and organic tissue go unseen - he was blonde and blue-eyed, quite tall, wearing a suit like any other human might wear. "Greetings," he changed course to find Thor, one of the hosts - and Vision realized then it had been some time since they'd spoken. He maintained all of the former Vision's memories, and knew that the lightning generated by Thor had assisted in his creation. "I don't suppose you have any suggestions about what one may do if they cannot eat?" he asked wryly - humor was also something he was new at, in this iteration (so to speak).