Falcon really wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't like he attended tea parties all that often. Throwing a glance at Kyle as if to say "now what", he ventured further into the room.

Wait. Waaait. Kyle organized this shit? Oh boy. Was this some kind of sick revenge for Falcon never apologizing about the whole "oh hey I almost killed you" thing?

Right. He should maybe do that sometime.

BUT there were more pressing matters at hand. Like a...teaparty. He looked down at Ionia. "So uh...What do I do?"