We didn't really do much at the party other than sit around and chat while eating the snacks everyone brought and listening to music. The exchange student showed up, and some of the club members tried talking with her, though mostly they had me translate back and forth.
Aside from that...I gave my food list to the teacher in charge of organizing the year-end party. He cracked up when he read it. I wonder what he found funny...my assurance that, yes, I can use chopsticks...my preference for takoyaki without the tako...my warning that katsuo is, indeed, fish...or something else entirely.