Yeah, yeah, insert part where I talk about how awful it is here and how hard it is to find anything useful. To be fair, last week I found a packet of cookies, so that was fun.

[He didn't doubt Rocket could solve his problem, just...he'd been through A Lot. As his voice trailed off he he sounded...kind of worn down.

Considering to how Peter usually was, fairly upbeat, it was probably a bad sign. Peter liked to pretend nothing was wrong and things were all right--this was a man who kept his mother's last gift to him for like twenty years because he couldn't bear to open it and truly say goodbye. So covering all his issues up with jokes and deflection was just his usual way of coping.]

I'm not gonna lose it, Rocket. Come on. I held onto my Walkman forever.

[Speaking of which, the Zune was Yondu's last gift. At least he'd gotten to say goodbye to him.

It took a megalomaniac planet to take away his Walkman. Though with Peter's luck he wouldn't be surprised if there was yet another eldrich horror behind this place.]