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[yondu]

[There's no particular view, just some market stalls, off kilter and moving a little as Yondu starts talking in his drawl (which sounds markedly southern U.S.).] So, I'm tryin' to build up a collection again. I get little figurines. You know, of animals and people and stuff? And I line my workspace with 'em. Sort of good luck charms. [His blue hand comes into view, showing what looks like a tiny porcelain deer person about four inches tall or so. And it is, frankly, adorable.]

But see, I didn't exactly show up with any of 'em.

So I'm lookin' for some new ones. So tell me if y'all come across any places that got good selections of these sort of things.

This is another'n I got. [And he switches items, showing a jeweled frog thing. He misses his cute little collection of adorable crap. Don't question it.] Just as an example.

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[yondu]

Yeah, he was about... I dunno. He was littler than you when I met him. Pretty average for a Terran his age, I reckon. Not that I met a lot. About the same as Centaurians and Xandarians.

[Yondu is at least smart enough to not encourage the kid to go theivin' openly on the network. But he's also not going to tell the kid that he can't work towards something admirable. Quill might have come with Celestial bonus points, but he was raised with average mortal limitations in mind and he did pretty damn good with those. Why can't this kid?]

[clussy]

Littler than me? Jeez. I'm the smallest one of my friends.

(Now that was something else. Eddie wasn't a perfect kid, but he also wasn't a bad kid. His mischief was the good old fashioned kid-mischief. Not the illegal kind of mischief. So it's not a bad idea on Yondu's behalf.)

What are--

(He begins to ask, but then his mouth begins to try and shape those words and it isn't going to happen. So he gives up, shaking his head. Aliens. Aliens existed all over and if he honestly thought he was going to be able to pronounce even half of them...Well that's a joke.)

What are you? (Is what he winds up asking instead.)

[yondu]

Centaurian.

We pretty much get kids the same way as Terrans, so I started out a little squirt like you, too. You'd be surprised how much y'all Terrans got in common with some other races.

So what else did Star-Lord tell ya?

[clussy]

Cen..taurian. Like centaurs?

(Did Yondu have half a horse body? Color Eddie intrigued.)

Yeah I haven't exactly seen any you know- the green guys with the biiiig eyes and big heads and thin bodies that want to probe you and steal your cows.

(He moves his hands around his head to form the very earth-stereotypical version of an alien. Roswell. He remembers reading about it once. Very serious, very scary stuff.)

Not too much. We only talked the one time when I first got here. He just told me to not worry about you. (That Yondu was actually a good guy. Eddie doesn't say this, but he is sort of thinking it.)

[yondu]

Nah, not like the Earth thing. It means I'm from Centauri Prime.

Wait, green guys that do what now?

[He's going to need him to back up a little, there.]

[He'll worry about Peter spoiling his reputation later. Not that, you know, publicly asking for cute toys did him all that much good.]

[clussy]

(Eddie mouths the words 'Centauri Prime'. He'd likely never remember it, but all the same, this stuff is wildly interesting to a kid who before had never even seen color TV.)

You know. They're the aliens who steal people in their sleeps and put stuff in their heads and up their uh-

('Asses' almost slips from him but it doesn't. Eddie purses his lips together in thought before holding up his finger, indicating for Yondu to wait. He then bows forward and there's the sound of some stuff being moved around.

After a couple minutes of this, Eddie holds up a picture and points to it.)

These guys.

[yondu]

...

Well.

[A child just brought up interspecies anal experimentation and Yondu is about cornered by the sheer force of the awkward.]

I reckon that's one way to say hello. Guess I'll be keepin' any green guys with big ol' black eyes at a healthy distance.

[He doesn't know if Eddie's right or wrong. He can't assume he's lying, even with scribbled images. This could be a completely accurate warning.]

[clussy]

(The kid had horrible influences in his friend group. That and being a near-teenage boy resulted in a lot of crude humor. Or at least crude rumors.

Eddie doesn't know if he's right or wrong either. Those articles had been pretty convincing. He nods very seriously.)

They take away memories and then put people back on earth.

(Probably.)

I think I'll take my chances with you eating kids.

(He smiles a little and see, look, not as awkward. Sort of.)

[yondu]

Lucky for you I ain't found any pots big enough to make a big stew in, but you'll be first on my ingredient list when I do.

Always did wonder how Terran tasted.

[He's pretty much never going to let it die, especially since Peter fell for it for years and years.]

[clussy]

Oh, trust me, you won't need that big of a pot. Especially if you cut me up first.

(He waves his thin arms through the air.)

I'm practically made for alien stew. I don't really know much about taste. Probably salty.

[yondu]

Probably'd go pretty good in a big ol' vat of chilli, though. Leave it cookin' long enough? It can make any meat taste decent.

[He's going to run with the joke, because at least this poor kid gets it.]

[clussy]

(It's true. Eddie does get it, and it's not so bad of a joke once he's realized that Yondu is actually a pretty nice guy.

That actually just makes it funnier.)

As long as you actually kill me before cooking me. I don't want to go down like a lobster. That'd suck so much.

[yondu]

Wait.

Which'ns are lobsters?

[He needs to clear that bit up first. He's pretty decent with Terran animals but that's a new one on him.]