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Yondu nods and heads for the door stopping to listen.

Peter huffs. “I just……. I want a real family…… like carlos……”

Kraglin was struck silent for a moment. They… Peter didn’t think they were a real family?

Well of course not. Ravagers aren’t very good at making family units, so of course Peter wouldn’t think they were.

“Right…. okay,” Kraglin said flatly. “Iffin’ that’s what you think. Sorry, Pete… I wish things couldda turned out better for ya.”

“That came out wrong…I meant….. God’s I sounded like a ass hole. Your my bro Krags… I just what I meant was…. a family with non ravager things. You know…. go planet side… shop… have lunch… play around like idiots…..celebrate birthdays and holidays……”

Kraglin just shook his head. “Nah, Pete… you got a point. You have wants that the Ravagers… haven’t been able to give ya. I get it… as much as I can. You’re the one who actually had a taste of family life before, after all. I didn’t.”

Looks to him and felt even more like a ass. “Guess I’m greedy. I want more of what you never had. I mean at least I experienced it for a while…. you never did…..Krags….. I’m sorry I’m such a ass hole. A greedy one. I should be happy to even have a family… no matter how big of dicks it can be at times….” Smiles at him walking over and presses against him with a little whine that kraglins species would use at times.

Kraglin blinked at Peter, but sighed and hugged him. “You ain’t greedy, Pete. Just different. Yondu’s doin’ his best for you. And we’re here now, on Earth with Carlos and them… don’t have the other Ravagers to worry about here.”

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Yondu nods and heads for the door stopping to listen.

Peter huffs. “I just……. I want a real family…… like carlos……”

Kraglin was struck silent for a moment. They… Peter didn’t think they were a real family?

Well of course not. Ravagers aren’t very good at making family units, so of course Peter wouldn’t think they were.

“Right…. okay,” Kraglin said flatly. “Iffin’ that’s what you think. Sorry, Pete… I wish things couldda turned out better for ya.”

“That came out wrong…I meant….. God’s I sounded like a ass hole. Your my bro Krags… I just what I meant was…. a family with non ravager things. You know…. go planet side… shop… have lunch… play around like idiots…..celebrate birthdays and holidays……”

Kraglin just shook his head. “Nah, Pete… you got a point. You have wants that the Ravagers… haven’t been able to give ya. I get it… as much as I can. You’re the one who actually had a taste of family life before, after all. I didn’t.”

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Yondu nods and heads for the door stopping to listen.

Peter huffs. “I just……. I want a real family…… like carlos……”

Kraglin was struck silent for a moment. They… Peter didn’t think they were a real family?

Well of course not. Ravagers aren’t very good at making family units, so of course Peter wouldn’t think they were.

“Right…. okay,” Kraglin said flatly. “Iffin’ that’s what you think. Sorry, Pete… I wish things couldda turned out better for ya.”

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Peter
grins knowing exactly what they are and grins. “Oh yeah… those things.
Yeah there a earth fruit and vegetable. The pineapple it’s dangerous…..
see you have to know how to handle it. Or it bites.” Picks it up then
tosses it Tullk to catch knowing it will prick him harmlessly. “And it’s
poisonous if it bites you. You’ll die in a few short minutes.”

Edwardo looked at Peter, incredulous. “Young man, how long have you been in space?” he asked. “Neither of them bite. Carlos is referring to some bacterial infections that can happen when eating a raw potato.”

Kraglin glared at Peter. “You little snot,” he muttered and cuffed the younger man behind his ear.

Peter yelps and covers his head.

Yondu sighs. “Peter behave…. honestly… can’t take you anywhere….”

Peter blinks and puts the food back and slinks out of the room and out the back door to sit on the porch.

Yondu sighs. “Sorry about him Eduardo…. he’s… I dunno… a prankster… but he should know better. Respect a man’s home fee crying out loud… sorry…”

Carlos repeated back what Yondu said to his dad and the older Ramon nodded, understanding. “Ah, I see. He’s just young, that’s all. There’s no harm in joking around – I was honestly worried he had been fed false information. Heh… ‘fed’… get it? Wait, did that translate well?”

Kraglin just groaned. “Unfortunately…” he muttered. He got up to go after Peter without being told by Yondu.

Yondu blinks and grins chuckling shaking his head. “That was bad.. but still funny. Tullk Jamie. Go rest in the main room. We men of the house and ship are gonna cook up some terran food. Grins.

Jamie looks to Tullk worried. “We’ll die of food poisoning if Yondu cooks….”

—

Peter was outside laying in the grass looking at the stars.

“You can help Dad put stuff away,” Carlos told Yondu. “I’ve got to run up and get his translator.” He smiled and pat the ravager on the arm before turning away.

Tullk just took Jamie’s hand and tugged him to the other room. “We’ll be fine. Remember, Mr Ramon’s a good cook.”

–

Kraglin stood on the porch looking at Peter. “Pete…” he said simply. His tone didn’t betray any of his emotions.

Yondu nods to him and hands the man a few wiggling bags with a grin.

__

Peter glances at him and goes back to looking at the stars. “What do you want….”

Mr Ramon smiled in delight at the bags. “Oh, good – I was hoping you’d bring some back! Thank you, Yondu. Oh – there’s bags of Cheetos in the shopping I did – some of those go home with you and your entourage.”

–

Kraglin rolled his eyes. “I ain’t gonna be beratin’ ya, if that’s what ya think. Just checkin’ up on ya.”

Yondu grins. “Yes! Also got some terran safe meats here. Purple and green with yellow spots but don’t worry about that it’s good.”

—

Peter huffs and stands up heading into the woods. “I don’t need you to baby sit me. I’m a terran. This is my planet. Not some alien planet with temperamental ass holes.”

Mr Ramon just stared at him. “I am so sorry, I don’t understand. Tell me again when Carlos gets back?” He then laughed. “Goodness, it’s strange hearing you speak something I’ve only had a glimpse of the first time. I was expecting the Spanish that the translator gave me…”

–

“It weren’t about babyin’ you, Pete,” Kraglin told him. “It were about you messin’ with Half-nut.”

Yondu nods and pats his shoulder understanding and goes back to pulling out stuff.

—

“Oh right I can’t mess with you guys but you guys can with me. You do it every damn day. Just the other day I got shoved in the pod that all you have to do is press a button and I’m spaced. Everyone was laughing it up. So fine it’s fine. Pull your shit and I’ll just.. tolerate it like a good little terran.”

Carlos finally came down, clutching
the device in his hand. “Got it, Dad!” he announced and gave his father the ear
piece.

Edwardo grinned. “Thanks
son – don’t tell your brother, but you’re my favorite.”

Carlos just grinned at him.

–

“You were messin’ with
Half-nut, who just had a bit of an ‘episode’,” Kraglin told him. “And nah, the
pod thing weren’t funny. Not at all. I couldn’t say it in front of the others, but
I’m sorry ‘at happened to ya.”

Yondu grins and looks around for his boys. “Where did my boys go?”

—

Peter huffs. “Couldn’t more like you wouldn’t. Let me guess you’d just stand there if they hit the button? Bye bye little terran. Ohh guess you can’t breathe….. well cantvdo anything with everyone watching. Some brother you are…. I can’t even get back at anyone…. or I get yelled at…..”

“Er, outside, didn’t they?” Carlos asked.

–

Kraglin was getting frustrated. “Pete, you ain’t bein’ fair!” he snarled. “You know damn well that I pulled you back in from the pod an’ Yondu gave a good lashing to the fellas that put you in there. Be mad all ye want, but don’t go accusin’ me an’ the Cap’n of abusin’ ya!”

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Peter
grins knowing exactly what they are and grins. “Oh yeah… those things.
Yeah there a earth fruit and vegetable. The pineapple it’s dangerous…..
see you have to know how to handle it. Or it bites.” Picks it up then
tosses it Tullk to catch knowing it will prick him harmlessly. “And it’s
poisonous if it bites you. You’ll die in a few short minutes.”

Edwardo looked at Peter, incredulous. “Young man, how long have you been in space?” he asked. “Neither of them bite. Carlos is referring to some bacterial infections that can happen when eating a raw potato.”

Kraglin glared at Peter. “You little snot,” he muttered and cuffed the younger man behind his ear.

Peter yelps and covers his head.

Yondu sighs. “Peter behave…. honestly… can’t take you anywhere….”

Peter blinks and puts the food back and slinks out of the room and out the back door to sit on the porch.

Yondu sighs. “Sorry about him Eduardo…. he’s… I dunno… a prankster… but he should know better. Respect a man’s home fee crying out loud… sorry…”

Carlos repeated back what Yondu said to his dad and the older Ramon nodded, understanding. “Ah, I see. He’s just young, that’s all. There’s no harm in joking around – I was honestly worried he had been fed false information. Heh… ‘fed’… get it? Wait, did that translate well?”

Kraglin just groaned. “Unfortunately…” he muttered. He got up to go after Peter without being told by Yondu.

Yondu blinks and grins chuckling shaking his head. “That was bad.. but still funny. Tullk Jamie. Go rest in the main room. We men of the house and ship are gonna cook up some terran food. Grins.

Jamie looks to Tullk worried. “We’ll die of food poisoning if Yondu cooks….”

—

Peter was outside laying in the grass looking at the stars.

“You can help Dad put stuff away,” Carlos told Yondu. “I’ve got to run up and get his translator.” He smiled and pat the ravager on the arm before turning away.

Tullk just took Jamie’s hand and tugged him to the other room. “We’ll be fine. Remember, Mr Ramon’s a good cook.”

–

Kraglin stood on the porch looking at Peter. “Pete…” he said simply. His tone didn’t betray any of his emotions.

Yondu nods to him and hands the man a few wiggling bags with a grin.

__

Peter glances at him and goes back to looking at the stars. “What do you want….”

Mr Ramon smiled in delight at the bags. “Oh, good – I was hoping you’d bring some back! Thank you, Yondu. Oh – there’s bags of Cheetos in the shopping I did – some of those go home with you and your entourage.”

–

Kraglin rolled his eyes. “I ain’t gonna be beratin’ ya, if that’s what ya think. Just checkin’ up on ya.”

Yondu grins. “Yes! Also got some terran safe meats here. Purple and green with yellow spots but don’t worry about that it’s good.”

—

Peter huffs and stands up heading into the woods. “I don’t need you to baby sit me. I’m a terran. This is my planet. Not some alien planet with temperamental ass holes.”

Mr Ramon just stared at him. “I am so sorry, I don’t understand. Tell me again when Carlos gets back?” He then laughed. “Goodness, it’s strange hearing you speak something I’ve only had a glimpse of the first time. I was expecting the Spanish that the translator gave me…”

–

“It weren’t about babyin’ you, Pete,” Kraglin told him. “It were about you messin’ with Half-nut.”

Yondu nods and pats his shoulder understanding and goes back to pulling out stuff.

—

“Oh right I can’t mess with you guys but you guys can with me. You do it every damn day. Just the other day I got shoved in the pod that all you have to do is press a button and I’m spaced. Everyone was laughing it up. So fine it’s fine. Pull your shit and I’ll just.. tolerate it like a good little terran.”

Carlos finally came down, clutching
the device in his hand. “Got it, Dad!” he announced and gave his father the ear
piece.

Edwardo grinned. “Thanks
son – don’t tell your brother, but you’re my favorite.”

Carlos just grinned at him.

–

“You were messin’ with
Half-nut, who just had a bit of an ‘episode’,” Kraglin told him. “And nah, the
pod thing weren’t funny. Not at all. I couldn’t say it in front of the others, but
I’m sorry ‘at happened to ya.”

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Peter
grins knowing exactly what they are and grins. “Oh yeah… those things.
Yeah there a earth fruit and vegetable. The pineapple it’s dangerous…..
see you have to know how to handle it. Or it bites.” Picks it up then
tosses it Tullk to catch knowing it will prick him harmlessly. “And it’s
poisonous if it bites you. You’ll die in a few short minutes.”

Edwardo looked at Peter, incredulous. “Young man, how long have you been in space?” he asked. “Neither of them bite. Carlos is referring to some bacterial infections that can happen when eating a raw potato.”

Kraglin glared at Peter. “You little snot,” he muttered and cuffed the younger man behind his ear.

Peter yelps and covers his head.

Yondu sighs. “Peter behave…. honestly… can’t take you anywhere….”

Peter blinks and puts the food back and slinks out of the room and out the back door to sit on the porch.

Yondu sighs. “Sorry about him Eduardo…. he’s… I dunno… a prankster… but he should know better. Respect a man’s home fee crying out loud… sorry…”

Carlos repeated back what Yondu said to his dad and the older Ramon nodded, understanding. “Ah, I see. He’s just young, that’s all. There’s no harm in joking around – I was honestly worried he had been fed false information. Heh… ‘fed’… get it? Wait, did that translate well?”

Kraglin just groaned. “Unfortunately…” he muttered. He got up to go after Peter without being told by Yondu.

Yondu blinks and grins chuckling shaking his head. “That was bad.. but still funny. Tullk Jamie. Go rest in the main room. We men of the house and ship are gonna cook up some terran food. Grins.

Jamie looks to Tullk worried. “We’ll die of food poisoning if Yondu cooks….”

—

Peter was outside laying in the grass looking at the stars.

“You can help Dad put stuff away,” Carlos told Yondu. “I’ve got to run up and get his translator.” He smiled and pat the ravager on the arm before turning away.

Tullk just took Jamie’s hand and tugged him to the other room. “We’ll be fine. Remember, Mr Ramon’s a good cook.”

–

Kraglin stood on the porch looking at Peter. “Pete…” he said simply. His tone didn’t betray any of his emotions.

Yondu nods to him and hands the man a few wiggling bags with a grin.

__

Peter glances at him and goes back to looking at the stars. “What do you want….”

Mr Ramon smiled in delight at the bags. “Oh, good – I was hoping you’d bring some back! Thank you, Yondu. Oh – there’s bags of Cheetos in the shopping I did – some of those go home with you and your entourage.”

–

Kraglin rolled his eyes. “I ain’t gonna be beratin’ ya, if that’s what ya think. Just checkin’ up on ya.”

Yondu grins. “Yes! Also got some terran safe meats here. Purple and green with yellow spots but don’t worry about that it’s good.”

—

Peter huffs and stands up heading into the woods. “I don’t need you to baby sit me. I’m a terran. This is my planet. Not some alien planet with temperamental ass holes.”

Mr Ramon just stared at him. “I am so sorry, I don’t understand. Tell me again when Carlos gets back?” He then laughed. “Goodness, it’s strange hearing you speak something I’ve only had a glimpse of the first time. I was expecting the Spanish that the translator gave me…”

–

“It weren’t about babyin’ you, Pete,” Kraglin told him. “It were about you messin’ with Half-nut.”

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Peter
grins knowing exactly what they are and grins. “Oh yeah… those things.
Yeah there a earth fruit and vegetable. The pineapple it’s dangerous…..
see you have to know how to handle it. Or it bites.” Picks it up then
tosses it Tullk to catch knowing it will prick him harmlessly. “And it’s
poisonous if it bites you. You’ll die in a few short minutes.”

Edwardo looked at Peter, incredulous. “Young man, how long have you been in space?” he asked. “Neither of them bite. Carlos is referring to some bacterial infections that can happen when eating a raw potato.”

Kraglin glared at Peter. “You little snot,” he muttered and cuffed the younger man behind his ear.

Peter yelps and covers his head.

Yondu sighs. “Peter behave…. honestly… can’t take you anywhere….”

Peter blinks and puts the food back and slinks out of the room and out the back door to sit on the porch.

Yondu sighs. “Sorry about him Eduardo…. he’s… I dunno… a prankster… but he should know better. Respect a man’s home fee crying out loud… sorry…”

Carlos repeated back what Yondu said to his dad and the older Ramon nodded, understanding. “Ah, I see. He’s just young, that’s all. There’s no harm in joking around – I was honestly worried he had been fed false information. Heh… ‘fed’… get it? Wait, did that translate well?”

Kraglin just groaned. “Unfortunately…” he muttered. He got up to go after Peter without being told by Yondu.

Yondu blinks and grins chuckling shaking his head. “That was bad.. but still funny. Tullk Jamie. Go rest in the main room. We men of the house and ship are gonna cook up some terran food. Grins.

Jamie looks to Tullk worried. “We’ll die of food poisoning if Yondu cooks….”

—

Peter was outside laying in the grass looking at the stars.

“You can help Dad put stuff away,” Carlos told Yondu. “I’ve got to run up and get his translator.” He smiled and pat the ravager on the arm before turning away.

Tullk just took Jamie’s hand and tugged him to the other room. “We’ll be fine. Remember, Mr Ramon’s a good cook.”

–

Kraglin stood on the porch looking at Peter. “Pete…” he said simply. His tone didn’t betray any of his emotions.

Yondu nods to him and hands the man a few wiggling bags with a grin.

__

Peter glances at him and goes back to looking at the stars. “What do you want….”

Mr Ramon smiled in delight at the bags. “Oh, good – I was hoping you’d bring some back! Thank you, Yondu. Oh – there’s bags of Cheetos in the shopping I did – some of those go home with you and your entourage.”

–

Kraglin rolled his eyes. “I ain’t gonna be beratin’ ya, if that’s what ya think. Just checkin’ up on ya.”

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Peter
grins knowing exactly what they are and grins. “Oh yeah… those things.
Yeah there a earth fruit and vegetable. The pineapple it’s dangerous…..
see you have to know how to handle it. Or it bites.” Picks it up then
tosses it Tullk to catch knowing it will prick him harmlessly. “And it’s
poisonous if it bites you. You’ll die in a few short minutes.”

Edwardo looked at Peter, incredulous. “Young man, how long have you been in space?” he asked. “Neither of them bite. Carlos is referring to some bacterial infections that can happen when eating a raw potato.”

Kraglin glared at Peter. “You little snot,” he muttered and cuffed the younger man behind his ear.

Peter yelps and covers his head.

Yondu sighs. “Peter behave…. honestly… can’t take you anywhere….”

Peter blinks and puts the food back and slinks out of the room and out the back door to sit on the porch.

Yondu sighs. “Sorry about him Eduardo…. he’s… I dunno… a prankster… but he should know better. Respect a man’s home fee crying out loud… sorry…”

Carlos repeated back what Yondu said to his dad and the older Ramon nodded, understanding. “Ah, I see. He’s just young, that’s all. There’s no harm in joking around – I was honestly worried he had been fed false information. Heh… ‘fed’… get it? Wait, did that translate well?”

Kraglin just groaned. “Unfortunately…” he muttered. He got up to go after Peter without being told by Yondu.

Yondu blinks and grins chuckling shaking his head. “That was bad.. but still funny. Tullk Jamie. Go rest in the main room. We men of the house and ship are gonna cook up some terran food. Grins.

Jamie looks to Tullk worried. “We’ll die of food poisoning if Yondu cooks….”

—

Peter was outside laying in the grass looking at the stars.

“You can help Dad put stuff away,” Carlos told Yondu. “I’ve got to run up and get his translator.” He smiled and pat the ravager on the arm before turning away.

Tullk just took Jamie’s hand and tugged him to the other room. “We’ll be fine. Remember, Mr Ramon’s a good cook.”

–

Kraglin stood on the porch looking at Peter. “Pete…” he said simply. His tone didn’t betray any of his emotions.

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Peter
grins knowing exactly what they are and grins. “Oh yeah… those things.
Yeah there a earth fruit and vegetable. The pineapple it’s dangerous…..
see you have to know how to handle it. Or it bites.” Picks it up then
tosses it Tullk to catch knowing it will prick him harmlessly. “And it’s
poisonous if it bites you. You’ll die in a few short minutes.”

Edwardo looked at Peter, incredulous. “Young man, how long have you been in space?” he asked. “Neither of them bite. Carlos is referring to some bacterial infections that can happen when eating a raw potato.”

Kraglin glared at Peter. “You little snot,” he muttered and cuffed the younger man behind his ear.

Peter yelps and covers his head.

Yondu sighs. “Peter behave…. honestly… can’t take you anywhere….”

Peter blinks and puts the food back and slinks out of the room and out the back door to sit on the porch.

Yondu sighs. “Sorry about him Eduardo…. he’s… I dunno… a prankster… but he should know better. Respect a man’s home fee crying out loud… sorry…”

Carlos repeated back what Yondu said to his dad and the older Ramon nodded, understanding. “Ah, I see. He’s just young, that’s all. There’s no harm in joking around – I was honestly worried he had been fed false information. Heh… ‘fed’… get it? Wait, did that translate well?”

Kraglin just groaned. “Unfortunately…” he muttered. He got up to go after Peter without being told by Yondu.

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Peter
grins knowing exactly what they are and grins. “Oh yeah… those things.
Yeah there a earth fruit and vegetable. The pineapple it’s dangerous…..
see you have to know how to handle it. Or it bites.” Picks it up then
tosses it Tullk to catch knowing it will prick him harmlessly. “And it’s
poisonous if it bites you. You’ll die in a few short minutes.”

Edwardo looked at Peter, incredulous. “Young man, how long have you been in space?” he asked. “Neither of them bite. Carlos is referring to some bacterial infections that can happen when eating a raw potato.”

Kraglin glared at Peter. “You little snot,” he muttered and cuffed the younger man behind his ear.