Kate and T'Challa
T'Challa could find supplies, no problem. He was confident about that. "You just tell me what you need," he replied easily enough. "But, alright, here - " He drained what was in his cup, the festive rum punch going down smoothly. Now he was feeling quite good, maybe a little more loose-limbed than before - warm and relaxed, it was the perfect time to really enjoy the party.
"Shall we dance?" he inquired of Kate. And, well, there was music - it seemed like an egregious error to not take advantage, especially in this open space where there was room to let loose.