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Morning on the Milano was relative to the observer, dawn would be a long time coming given that the nearest star lingered a good lightyear away. Ship time had been set to Xandar local, if it had been a VCR it'd still be blinking twelve double zero. Rubbing his eyes and wondering if he should brother shaving, Peter watched his little freeloader stumble in.

"Toaster." Jubilee whimpered, resting her cheek against the kitchenette counter for a quick nap.

"No point, outta bread." Any civilization that figured out fire usually had an analog for bread, toast itself an inevitable invention that spurred on new ways of making it which followed the technological curve.

"Pop Tarts." Jubilee whined.

Now there was something he hadn't thought about in decades, something from the mind of a man who wondered why they had to stop at marshmallows in cereal instead of giving kids what they really wanted for breakfast, dessert.

"Don't got them either."

Making an incoherent noise fuelled from a mix of hunger and fatigue, Jubilee dug through her knapsack to throw something unbelievable on the counter, a box of Pop Tarts. Never could he have dreamed such a flavour would exist, S'mores, a holy trinity of chocolate, marshmallow and icing that didn't even bother pretending to be a nutritious breakfast.

"What else you got in that bag?"

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"What the fu...?" Jubilee asked, biting her tongue out of a habit ingrained in her from her stay with the Summers.

"Eggs." Quill said around a mouthful of his pop tart.

"Nah dude, eggs ain't supposed to look like that."

Innocent wasn't exactly something either of the humans present were good at, and Drax wasn't buying whatever they were selling as he looked their way from his cooking. Ignoring them to get back to his eggs, a flick of his wrist had the gelatinous blobs bouncing around the skillet.

"Do they taste like eggs?" Jubilee found her curiosity getting the better of her, breaking a rule she'd learned in Madripoor.

"No chicken ever laid them if that's what you're asking."

Cold, hard units in the currency favoured by the galaxy in general sat in a nice, neat little pile. Opposite them lay a bag of candies that could have been bought at most any grocery store, though exclusive to one world among millions.

"...fine, five hundred for the M&Ms, but you're taking me shopping asap."

"Deal." Peter readily agreed, pushing across the units to claim his prize.

"You better not be swindling her." Gamora warned as she took a seat at the table.

"Hey, I just paid five hundred units for candy."

"Imbecile." Drax muttered from the stove.

"Alright Quill, I got a course plotted to Xandar. You just need to sweet talk Yondu into meeting us there." Sliding down the ladder from the cockpit, Rocket jumped up to his usual seat that sat a bit higher than the rest.

"Why Xandar?" Joining them at the table, Drax seasoned his not-quite-eggs with a shake of some spice picked from the few that loitered in the middle of the table.

"Oh I don't know, maybe because Yondu has a fleet and we don't?!"

"You hope the threat of the Nova Corps will keep him from killing you on sight, yes?" Drax seemed to considering this plan, approving of it with emphatic nod as he chewed on his eggs.

"Whoa, back up. Why's he wanna kill you?" Jubilee waited for an answer, staring at Rocket in particular who chuckled contentedly to himself.

"I may have doublecrossed him." Quill admitted.

"Twice." Gamora ignored the pointed look Peter had for her, snapping off a piece of his Pop Tart for a taste.

"Only after I finally got on board with your plan to give the Nova Corps the stone!"

"Disgusting." Gamora spat.

"Hey!"

"I meant whatever this filth is that you're eating."

"More for us." Jubilee mumbled, slipping from her seat to set another pair of Pop Tarts toasting.

"I am Groot."

Late for breakfast and sporting a bedhead of sprouts and vines that had seen him through the night, Groot leaned in for a curious peek at whatever was getting toasted.

"Sorry bud, Pop Tarts are a people food. Help yourself to the last Evian I got in my knapsack."

Stalking over to the table and hefting up her knapsack, Groot found the bottle of water along with a few other items that had gotten caught up in his questing grasp. A flash of yellow peeked out that caught Peter's eye, getting to his feet for a better look.

"What's this?" Quill asked, holding up a figurine of some sort.

"It's my Pikachu." Jubilee playfully mimicked the way the electric rodent spoke from the television show she remembered.

"Nothing sentimental about it?" Shaking her head even as her eyes trailed to unclaimed units on the table, Peter followed Jubilee's gaze.

"Well, I'm not going to Yondu empty handed. This just might buy me enough time to say what I gotta say to him."

"Which is?" Gamora asked, snapping off another piece of Pop Tart to nibble at against her better judgement.

"I got between here and Xandar to figure that out."

"So...I guess that means we got time for me to introduce you guys to Firefly?" Jubilee asked, nibbling on a fresh from the toaster tart.

Her smile only grew brighter with how baffled they all looked, going for one last rummage of her mostly empty knapsack to fish out a rugged and rough laptop.

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