Ned and Illyana
Illyana wasn't sure what the holiday spirit was supposed to feel like, exactly - a day you spent wrapped up in blankets, jam-packed with festive films? Presents? Sugar cookies? Something like that? She would try her best to maintain that spirit, going with the flow - either way, she liked eating and figured that there would be plenty of that going on at this party.
She'd already dropped off her Secret Santa present (far too easy to pick out, but she had fun with it) and showed up in her ugly sweater, which was more of a dress that caressed the shape of her decently enough - she was able to move sinuously in it, and her heels were bright red which also counted as something festive too. Probably.
"Hello, date," she appeared next to Ned and grinned. "Nice sweater. How are the snacks so far?" That was how she judged a party - whether or not the finger foods were decent.