Yondu thinks snd shrugs. “uhhhh place called misery……. or something. So you know… who wants to live there right. So yeah.”
“Misery?” Mr Ramon asked. “I don’t think I’ve heard of it…. Mikey, put your phone down!”
“I was just gonna look it up really quick,” Mikey explained. “’Misery City’ is a comic book, by the way. I can’t tell if there’s a city named ‘Misery’.”
“We can ask Peter later,” Carlos reminded, though he wondered why he hadn’t asked the kid himself before.
Yondu leans back in his chair sipping the juice. “Was a damn fine meal there sir. First time I’ve had anything well made and not slop. I’d hire you as the cook of my ship.”
Mr Ramon smiled at him. “Well, I appreciate the sentiment, Mr Yondu,” he said. “However, I’m retired from kitchen-work. I just can’t move as fast as I used to anymore. Thank you for the compliment, however. Is the juice okay? Do you feel sick at all from it like before with the citrus?”
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