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“Ohhh What yer daddy don’t know carlos…. I’m a ravager…. we’re like….. ahhhh space pirates as petey calls us..”

Mr Ramon frowned slightly. “Space pirates,” he repeated.

Carlos folded his arms. He looked at the tabletop and nodded. “Yeah…”

“As in… stealing stuff and plundering pirates?” Mikey asked.

Yondu nods. “That would be accurate. We steal… take jobs for clients hunting for rare objects… tomb robbers… hunters… treasure hunters… that’s us…”

“And how did you end up with them, Carlos?” Mr Ramon asked seriously.

Carlos sighed. “I was, uh… abducted. Again. But they don’t make a habit of doing that sort of thing – it’s against their code to kidnap sentients against their will, unless it’s for a bounty-hunting job.”

“Then what was this case? Did you get in trouble with someone?” Mr Ramon asked.

Carlos swallowed slightly. “No… they needed someone to work on their engines. And… I happened to have the skills needed.”

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“Ohhh What yer daddy don’t know carlos…. I’m a ravager…. we’re like….. ahhhh space pirates as petey calls us..”

Mr Ramon frowned slightly. “Space pirates,” he repeated.

Carlos folded his arms. He looked at the tabletop and nodded. “Yeah…”

“As in… stealing stuff and plundering pirates?” Mikey asked.

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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?”

“No the Just is great. No Ill effects from this.” Smiles a bit then sighs leaning back full as could be and foronce he did eat with a cup of grog next to him. “I’ll call the boys to head down tomorrow carlos. So you can take them shopping. I can’t go for obvious reasons but they will like it.”

“Sure,” Carlos nodded. He then smiled. “We’ll pick you up some Cheetos too so you’ll finally know what they taste like.”

“If there like my beastie worms I’ll love them. I got you hooked on those after all. Hehe. They may wiggle but you like em.” Yawns a bit leaned back in his chair full and relaxed for once.

Mikey lifted an eyebrow. “What are Beasties?” he asked.

“Grubs, basically,” Carlos explained. “But they have a weird sort of processed cheesy flavor…. like Cheetos. Though not really as crunchy… it’s weird.” Carlos looked to Yondu and smiled slightly. “Hey… you gonna fall asleep on us, big guy?” he asked.

His ears flick a bit. “Hmmm. Maybe. Good food….. safe atmosphere……. relaxed…. heh…. I could fall asleep.”

“Would you like to stay the night?” Mr Ramon asked. “We can set up… well, we usually offer Carlos’ room. But since he’s here…”

“He can sleep in my room,” Carlos said. “That is… if you’re okay staying here, Yondu. If you wanna go back to the ship and stay there the night and bring the boys down tomorrow… that’s fine too.”

“I’ll stay and tell the boys to head down and land close. I’ll have to stay in here durring the day but you can take the boys out.”

Carlos nodded. “Of course,” he said. “Let’s go ahead and bring your bike in, then – Dad, you have room in the garage, right?”

Mr Ramon smiled slightly and looked down. “Well, Carlos… a lot of your stuff from your apartment is there. After the police had gone through it and couldn’t find any evidence we were invited to take it home… I had Ralphie and Wanda help pack it up and move it in.”

“You can pull your bike around back, though,” Mikey said. “There’s room in the backyard, and we have a tarp you can hide it with.”

“Sounds good,” Carlos said. “It’s Yondu’s bike, by the way.”

MIkey blinked. “Really?”

“Yeah, I know,” Carlos laughed.

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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.

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Yondu
yawns nuzzling his neck before sitting up and stretches back popping.
He sniffs smelling the food and hums a bit. “Hmmm… smells good.” Stands
and waits for Carlos to join him as they head down to eat finding the
table decorated with food. “Ohh.”

Mr Ramon looked up from where he had just placed a tortilla warmer on the table and he grinned at them. “Hello… just a little something I whipped up.”

There was a dish of spicy-smelling ground meat on the table, along with a bowl of shredded cheese, a bowl of chopped lettuce, some sour cream, a small glass bowl of chopped olives, and the tortillas. There was also a pitcher of a pinkish-red juice that looked like Mr Ramon had actually made earlier that week.

Carlos laughed sheepishly. “Dad… this isn’t just something you ‘whip up’.”

Mr Ramon just kept smiling at him. “Well, this is a special ‘whip up’ occasion. It’s not every day my son comes home from being lost… and also getting to meet the person who saved him and brought him home.” Mr Ramon’s voice started to sound a little broken at the end and he cleared his throat, turning away to rub at his eyes.

Yondus fin flashed just a bit sensing the mood shift and can’t help but smile a bit and walk over putting his arm over his shoulders in a kind of hug. “Thanks mr.ramon.” Takes a seat looking at the food and grins. He watched how it was to be done then makes up one himself unsure about the veggies but added them anyway before taking a bite eyes wide then shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

Mr Ramon was a little surprised by the hug, but he smiled and returned it as best he could – one hand was supporting him with his cane still, of course. He settled in his own seat and Mikey rolled up to his side of the table. Carlos sat down in the additional seat – Yondu took his usual one, but he didn’t mind at all.

Looking at Yondu scarf down the soft taco he made Carlos chuckled softly. “Careful – eating the tortillas too fast could give you hiccups,” he said. Carlos took a bite of his own and almost immediately he let out a groan of happiness and longing. “Oh my god,” he murmured, his mouth full. “I missed this so much…”

“What, they don’t have Mexican food in space?” Mikey teased his brother.

Carlos laughed. “No… though some Hraxian dishes have the spice in them that I’m more used to. But it’s closer to Indian than Mexican spice…”

“Yondu, I have some juice here,” Mr Ramon explained to their guest, pointing to the pitcher. “It’s made of pomegranate and grape. It’s not citrus, which was what you described to me… if you’d like you can have a taste. Or I can get you some water instead, or cow’s milk.”

Yondu goes after another taco 🌮 and then goes for some of the other dishes. He was about to answer then blinks when he said cow. “I’m not a girl………. and even so… that’s insulting.”

Mr Ramon was confused for a second. “What?”

At first Carlos was also confused, but then he realized what it sounded like. “Oh, Dad, um… apparently ‘cosmilk’ is insulting in some circles in space,” Carlos explained. He then looked at Yondu. “My dad said cow’s milk. A cow is an animal on Earth – we use them for meat and for milk and cheese and all that good stuff. He just asked if you wanted milk – it has huge amounts of different vitamins, most notably calcium, protein, iodine, potassium, and a bunch of others. But it also contains lactose, which some people on Earth are sensitive or straight up allergic to.”

Yondu looks over to him and grins understanding. “It’s hot when you talk like a scientist.”

Carlos blinked at him and flushed slightly. “O-oh? I-I was just trying to be informative for you, in case it had stuff you can’t eat…”

“Okay, but are we going to ignore that Dad just said a space-slurr?” Mikey asked with a cheeky grin.

Mr Ramon started to blush and he laughed sheepishly. “You know very well that wasn’t my intention, Michael!”

“Let’s just say you called me a dickless cumbucket cunt. But yeah…. anyway I’d love some juice.” Offers his cup as he makes a few more tacos 🌮. “This is good. I’ve…. never had a home cooked meal….”

Mr Ramon instantly began to lose color in his face. “Oh, um…” He slowly picked up the pitcher and put a bit of juice in Yondu’s cup. “Give that a taste and… and see if you like it. I’m glad you appreciate the food, though I wish I had some more conchas left for dessert. Mikey ate the last one yesterday.”

Yondu snorts into his drink and laughs at the word. “Ohh you Terrans and your word choices… all I’ll say is your brother gets around.” Waggles his eye brows.

Carlos smacked Yondu’s shoulder. “I do not! I never even considered that before meeting you!” he exclaimed with a slight smile.

“Yeah, I was going to say… Carlos doesn’t ‘get around’ like that,” Mikey said.

“Mr Yondu, did… did the word not translate? Conchas, I mean?”

Yondu can’t help the snicker. “I meant.. Mikey are the last one…. hehehe… so he’s been around…. hehehehe.. trust me sir.. you don’t want me to translate.” Grins and looks to carlos. “Until me Huh.”

Carlos huffed softly and smacked him again. “They’re sweet buns,” he started to explain instead. “With crusted sugar on top. Not really sharp in flavor like your Beasties… but Dad makes them really yummy.”

Mikey just looked intrigued, and he wondered what conchas meant in space.

Yondu whispers to carlos what it means. Something about having a hot bloated ass for playing drums and apparently Mikey ate it.

Yondu continues to eat. “Those sound delicious actually….. as promised I’ll be here a few days…. if I’m not… in the way of course. I’d like my two boys to come here. Ones terran the others a xandarian..”

Carlos just rolled his eyes when he heard what it meant. He would tell his brother later.

“You mentioned that one of them was human before,” Mr Ramon said. “Where did you get him? I mean… what part of Earth?”

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Yondu
yawns nuzzling his neck before sitting up and stretches back popping.
He sniffs smelling the food and hums a bit. “Hmmm… smells good.” Stands
and waits for Carlos to join him as they head down to eat finding the
table decorated with food. “Ohh.”

Mr Ramon looked up from where he had just placed a tortilla warmer on the table and he grinned at them. “Hello… just a little something I whipped up.”

There was a dish of spicy-smelling ground meat on the table, along with a bowl of shredded cheese, a bowl of chopped lettuce, some sour cream, a small glass bowl of chopped olives, and the tortillas. There was also a pitcher of a pinkish-red juice that looked like Mr Ramon had actually made earlier that week.

Carlos laughed sheepishly. “Dad… this isn’t just something you ‘whip up’.”

Mr Ramon just kept smiling at him. “Well, this is a special ‘whip up’ occasion. It’s not every day my son comes home from being lost… and also getting to meet the person who saved him and brought him home.” Mr Ramon’s voice started to sound a little broken at the end and he cleared his throat, turning away to rub at his eyes.

Yondus fin flashed just a bit sensing the mood shift and can’t help but smile a bit and walk over putting his arm over his shoulders in a kind of hug. “Thanks mr.ramon.” Takes a seat looking at the food and grins. He watched how it was to be done then makes up one himself unsure about the veggies but added them anyway before taking a bite eyes wide then shoved the whole thing in his mouth.

Mr Ramon was a little surprised by the hug, but he smiled and returned it as best he could – one hand was supporting him with his cane still, of course. He settled in his own seat and Mikey rolled up to his side of the table. Carlos sat down in the additional seat – Yondu took his usual one, but he didn’t mind at all.

Looking at Yondu scarf down the soft taco he made Carlos chuckled softly. “Careful – eating the tortillas too fast could give you hiccups,” he said. Carlos took a bite of his own and almost immediately he let out a groan of happiness and longing. “Oh my god,” he murmured, his mouth full. “I missed this so much…”

“What, they don’t have Mexican food in space?” Mikey teased his brother.

Carlos laughed. “No… though some Hraxian dishes have the spice in them that I’m more used to. But it’s closer to Indian than Mexican spice…”

“Yondu, I have some juice here,” Mr Ramon explained to their guest, pointing to the pitcher. “It’s made of pomegranate and grape. It’s not citrus, which was what you described to me… if you’d like you can have a taste. Or I can get you some water instead, or cow’s milk.”

Yondu goes after another taco 🌮 and then goes for some of the other dishes. He was about to answer then blinks when he said cow. “I’m not a girl………. and even so… that’s insulting.”

Mr Ramon was confused for a second. “What?”

At first Carlos was also confused, but then he realized what it sounded like. “Oh, Dad, um… apparently ‘cosmilk’ is insulting in some circles in space,” Carlos explained. He then looked at Yondu. “My dad said cow’s milk. A cow is an animal on Earth – we use them for meat and for milk and cheese and all that good stuff. He just asked if you wanted milk – it has huge amounts of different vitamins, most notably calcium, protein, iodine, potassium, and a bunch of others. But it also contains lactose, which some people on Earth are sensitive or straight up allergic to.”

Yondu looks over to him and grins understanding. “It’s hot when you talk like a scientist.”

Carlos blinked at him and flushed slightly. “O-oh? I-I was just trying to be informative for you, in case it had stuff you can’t eat…”

“Okay, but are we going to ignore that Dad just said a space-slurr?” Mikey asked with a cheeky grin.

Mr Ramon started to blush and he laughed sheepishly. “You know very well that wasn’t my intention, Michael!”

“Let’s just say you called me a dickless cumbucket cunt. But yeah…. anyway I’d love some juice.” Offers his cup as he makes a few more tacos 🌮. “This is good. I’ve…. never had a home cooked meal….”

Mr Ramon instantly began to lose color in his face. “Oh, um…” He slowly picked up the pitcher and put a bit of juice in Yondu’s cup. “Give that a taste and… and see if you like it. I’m glad you appreciate the food, though I wish I had some more conchas left for dessert. Mikey ate the last one yesterday.”

Yondu snorts into his drink and laughs at the word. “Ohh you Terrans and your word choices… all I’ll say is your brother gets around.” Waggles his eye brows.

Carlos smacked Yondu’s shoulder. “I do not! I never even considered that before meeting you!” he exclaimed with a slight smile.

“Yeah, I was going to say… Carlos doesn’t ‘get around’ like that,” Mikey said.

“Mr Yondu, did… did the word not translate? Conchas, I mean?”

Yondu can’t help the snicker. “I meant.. Mikey are the last one…. hehehe… so he’s been around…. hehehehe.. trust me sir.. you don’t want me to translate.” Grins and looks to carlos. “Until me Huh.”

Carlos huffed softly and smacked him again. “They’re sweet buns,” he started to explain instead. “With crusted sugar on top. Not really sharp in flavor like your Beasties… but Dad makes them really yummy.”

Mikey just looked intrigued, and he wondered what conchas meant in space.