Dances can express many a thing. Revelry is usually the biggest and most commonly used one. They can muster up that much right? Right?

Brienne would never pull from Frea's touch. So once they've linked arms it's so much for her plan. Here they are. The three of them. Her gaze moves from her friend's sweet, smiling face to the captain of the stars who prefers not to be called captain. How curious. The corners of her mouth start to curl. Just a little.

"Clint is an excellent cook. Yes. Everything is very flavorful." She holds a sigh in her throat until it disappears. She can do better than this. "What was your favorite thing, Frea? Perhaps Cap--Perhaps Han would care to try that. Even if not hungry it would do well to sample."