[ He lets out a sigh of relief once she doffs the hat; Peter wasn’t entirely sure how much longer he could have a serious conversation with her still wearing the thing.

(Where the hell did they even find a sombrero? And at what point in the night did she and Rocket decide sombreros were now, definitely, a thing they were doing?

Questions for another time.)

He shifts a little, rolling his shoulders and dredging up the right words. He’s quiet as he works through them, discarding a comment here and there, tongue running over his teeth as he thinks. ]

I know you’re still getting used to... literally everything. And it’s a giant adjustment, I know. Going from one world to another, like getting tossed into the deep end of a pool and having people expect you to know how to swim. And— you’re doing alright, mostly. Or it looks like it, anyway. But you have to be more careful, dude, especially in a place like this. You can’t believe every single thing a person tells you.

Especially Rocket. Because Rocket likes to lie.