Marco scrunched his face, then frowned. He wasn't so sure about the fancy foods, and was sure that even the pizza was probably weird and classy for him. Was this what most people did at parties? It wasn't like he'd been to many, or if he had, he wasn't sure they could really be considered parties and not just gatherings to keep the kids from getting rowdy, but still.
"//I thought parties were supposed to have music,//" he muttered to her, curling his lip. He didn't think their host spoke Spanish, but even still, he kept his voice low, in case he was going to insult anyone. "//I don't think I fit in at these things where people parade around in their fancy clothes and eat French shit. I don't get it. These aren't even our clothes.//"
He paused, then, smirking, "I could get used to people cooking for me, though," he decided. He could also get used to the girls in fancy dresses. That could stay.