Kate and T'Challa
"Let us hope," T'Challa concurred, because that had turned into a veritable - what was the word? Clusterfuck? He was not one to use such vile language, at least not often and in the presence of a lady, but the sentiment remained. "You look very nice," he told Kate, admiring the sparkles in her outfit - he had similar ones, sort of, thanks to the sheen of his tie and the way the stars appeared to glimmer; perhaps not very festive but he didn't really celebrate Christmas anyway. He also didn't do the 'birth of Christ' thing - those of his tribe, his religion, worshiped the panther goddess Bast.
But now, it was all in good fun - less about religion, anyway. The party was meant to be focused on cheer and joy. "If you are still interested in visiting Wakanda for our holiday celebrations, the offer continues to stand."
He paused, eager to see what sort of offerings this party had. "Will you direct me to the drinks? I am a bit thirsty."