“Good morning Space!”

Meanwhile..

“Roots everywhere... I'm not cleaning this.”

He was rather sad on mother's day.

Now he feels really bad. Do they have to make a 'No Mother - Mother's day' celebration'?

Alright! A tiny party it is! This is a Moping Free Zone ship!

Booze and music sounds good, right?

He'll be back! He just gotta find something to get his zune into speaker.

Plugging the jack, there's a low buzz coming from the speaker. He selects 'Shake Your Groove Thing' on his playlist.

And a dorky finger gun! Peter sways his hips with twirl as he approached her and stopped when he's pretty close to her. He pulled a metallic drawer for the bottles to be placed.

He picks up a bottle and opens it with some sort of Ravager tool. Peter lifts it up for a toast. “To our moms!”

Peter takes a huge swig of his drink and winced at the strong flavor. It never gets old. “That's too strong.”

“I drive the ship.. I'm rarely having alcohol..” A lousy excuse. But then again, to prove his point, he'd drink more of the alcohol. “...I'm not driving now though..”

He did turn a little bit to her direction as he heard the music change. It's not bad, it's pretty wild to be honest. And he couldn't help but smirk at her. “Didn't know you're into that kind of music.” He'd tease but slowly danced his way towards Gamora.

He chuckles and takes the Zune from her. Only switching the playlist to the other ones like in his walkman. “Here! I think this would be for you.” He holds his own bottle close to him, taking a lighter sip.

Casually plays Is 'You Is or Is You Ain't My Baby' by Dick Van Dyke.

“I love that song. Just saying.” He commented at the sudden change of music. Peter grabbed himself a seat and sat down by the metal drawer.

Peter had that smile, happy to know that she's feeling better compared to earlier. He would sip his drink and mouthed the second voices.

He's not sure if that's the alcohol speaking or just a normal time with Gamora. “I'm sure your mother is wonderful as she is.” Peter spoke softly. He doesn't want to offend her or anything.

“My.. Mom would like you too. I mean, she got a child with a man from space. I'm sure she would also like it if she knows that I have friends from here as well.” Peter smiled genuinely but soon faded. “Come to think of it, I wouldn't be able to meet you guys if she were alive.”