Truth be told, Khala was certain she would shed one or two pounds off her own waist due to the intrepid sweating caused by the iron bodice she was wearing over the least bit of padding she could get away with so as to keep from chafing. Thankfully, any windy breeze could sneak its way up her legs due to the shape of her skirts, shorter on the right side. She crossed her legs, the skirts instantly falling to cover only down to the knee, which was scandalous but which Khala did not care a fig about.
She giggled as she watched Freja's eyes water, then snatched the flask from her cousin and downed it much less carefully, causing herself to have a coughing fit and go furiously red in the face. "Oh my- Alright. I might have burned my throat but we couldn't watch this sober."
Well, at least she could cheer for Rune if things got boring otherwise. "Oooh, is one the Alcott one and the other my cousin-in-law? I'm just hoping for a badly trained horse running away, someone falling over before they even make contact, some sabotage..."