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