[ Peter has the sudden, stomach-dropping realization that he's going to have to explain how, on Earth at least, folks used to carry around rabbit's feet on keychains as lucky charms, and that Rocket isn't likely to take that bit of information very well.

The sudden appearance of the woman almost – almost – makes Peter mumble, "Oh, thank god," in relief, but instead he straightens, subtly stepping between Rocket and the woman to better shield the guy. Peter puts on his usual polite smile – something crooked and a little charming – and holds up a hand, almost apologetically. ]

No, no, we're fine. We were just passing by, and this— [ He nods to the display case. ] —caught my son's attention.

[ A plausible enough cover, he figures, what with the case being right there. ]

We've just never seen a rabbit's foot that big. We were trying to figure out if it was real.