Peter
looks at Kraglin then between Carlos and Mikey then Yondu. “……….
sorry…….” pulls back visibly wilting a bit not wanting to be the source
of everyone’s anger.Kraglin narrowed his eyes slightly, but sighed and dropped his arms finally. “Thanks, Pete. C’mon then… you said something about breakfast?”
Carlos smiled. “Dad’s making some. Follow me, boys – and be nice, okay?”
Mikey wheeled ahead of him back into the dining room, and Carlos led the way.
Peter looks up and let’s everyone go infront of him before following. He also took a moment to look around the house. It had been y are since he’d seen a actual home. Not all overly advanced like in space.
Mr Ramon wasn’t at the table anymore – his plate was left half-eaten. Instead he was back at the stove, cooking up some more food for the two new guests. “Hello! You boys come in!” Mr Ramon covered up the sausages he was cooking and flipped over a pancake before wiping his hands off on a dishcloth and turning around to smile at the guests. “Hello!” he said again. “I’m Edwardo – I’m Carlos’ father.” He offered his hand to Kraglin first.
Kraglin scrutinized the hand for a moment, but then gingerly took it in his own. “Hi. Kraglin Obfonteri – First Mate on the Eclector.”
Peter looks over and waves. “Peter…. the dumb terran mascot……. not self titled….. no joke… that’s my rank…..”
Carlos blinked in surprise at that and gave Yondu an unimpressed look.
Mr Ramon frowned slightly, thinking it was strange, but he still offered his hand to Peter. “Well it’s nice to meet you. Tell me, do you boys have any allergies or anything I should consider right now? I’m making you some food, but I don’t want you two getting sick or anything.”
Peter shakes his hand nodding. “I’m
Human so as far as I know no allergies…. just nothing citrus for the real aliens…. they seem to forget especially kra….. uhhh… never mind…. just… no citrus…..”
Mr Ramon smiled. “So no orange juice or lemonade, huh?’ he asked. “Shame. But alright. I have pork sausage and buttermilk pancakes, along with syrup – that is made from tree sap. Everything sound alright to you?”
Kraglin shrugged. “It smells good,” he said, and Mr Ramon just smiled more.
“Alright! Carlos? Pull out a couple more chairs for these two.”
“Okay, Dad,” Carlos said he went to some chairs that were set up against a wall. He grabbed a couple and started to pull them over.
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