Makoa had little doubts when trying out for the team that he would be chosen to represent Hawaii. Even now, standing amongst the strange British people (what was with them and their sensitivities to seeing skin?) he had the utmost faith in the team's abilities. Or perhaps just the men's abilities. The single female chaser was ... odd, and their seeker well...she was a bit younger and inexperienced than he hoped the seeker would've been.

Oh well.

He stood awkwardly towards the edge of the room, not caring in the least for this party or the food. Where was the fruit? Or the pork? "I'd prefer to just get the game going." He replied with a look of suspicion towards the weird white stuff on the plate. "Someone said it's made with cow. I can't think of what they do to the creature."