"Ladies, please," Sharon laughs. "There's enough of me to go around."

It would be easiest to sit next to Nakia. She considers it, then opts to pull out the chair next to Shuri instead.

(Nakia knows her. It's Shuri and T'Challa she needs to put at ease.)

Nakia, no slouch, winks at her and takes her own seat. For a second, Sharon's transported back in memory to a time of posh country club dinners, quiet conversation and impeccable manners, but she shakes it from her head and sits down. "What are we having?"

It's been a while since she's had a really good meal. She's looking forward to it.