[ If Peter wasn’t wearing his mask, Gamora would be enjoying the full force of his skeptical look. But she relaxes, if only a little, and Peter gives her a quick, approving nod.
He gives the bird-like creature another little pat on its beak, and at Gamora’s suggestion, he glances around at their surroundings again. It’s nice enough, he guesses; and with the waterfalls feeding into the pools, he has to assume the water is fresh. The rest of the... flock? Of alien birds are still keeping their distance, so hopefully they’re likely to leave him and Gamora alone for the rest of the evening. ]
Might not be a bad idea.
[ And he steps back, away from his new friend, who continues to chirp and trill at him. ]
We’re gonna have to figure out something for dinner, though.
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He gives the bird-like creature another little pat on its beak, and at Gamora’s suggestion, he glances around at their surroundings again. It’s nice enough, he guesses; and with the waterfalls feeding into the pools, he has to assume the water is fresh. The rest of the... flock? Of alien birds are still keeping their distance, so hopefully they’re likely to leave him and Gamora alone for the rest of the evening. ]
Might not be a bad idea.
[ And he steps back, away from his new friend, who continues to chirp and trill at him. ]
We’re gonna have to figure out something for dinner, though.