"I would welcome accompanying you to this dining area," Drax said, throwing the dessertware into a recycle bin with the same practiced aim he used to win a round of beanbag tossing. This city was dirty in places - it seemed Terrans often missed what was known as a dumpster by what was known as a mile - and he decided he would not add to the mess.
As he began to walk with her, he voiced his thoughts, "Had I known what parties were, I would take this back to my world and show them berries with biscuits, and the friendly contest of skill known as cornhole. Are all Terran parties akin to this one?"