Kate and T'Challa
Oh, Jesus, a king was kissing her hand. And her cheeks were burning. God damnit. Kate was flattered and embarrassed and possibly felt a turn in her tummy--the giddy, happy feeling of someone who might be developing a crush? No no no, it was just that he was a king. And handsome. And he kissed her hand. God damnit. Kate was going to have to pull herself together here.
"Working in the palace. Man, I've never even been in a palace. I can't wait for the tour," she smiled warmly, cheeks still bright pink. "And the food. I'm excited to try a little of everything. You know how much I love food." Pizza and coffee mostly, but she'd eat almost anything. --so long as it wasn't moving.
Kate wondered for a moment if there was alcohol in the punch. (She'd drink it, regardless, but was just curious.) She nodded to the punch, and gladly accepted a cup.
"Haaaaa," she responded playfully. "Working hard? Pssh. Not really. I don't really have a lot of work around these parts. I offered to lend my aid to SHIELD, but I'm not exactly operative material. We'll see how that goes." She held up crossed fingers. "What about you? Is this a rough time of year for a King?"