"Starlord? Uh, okay," Deeta had warned Nasir that Peter had an odd sense of humor. This was going to be an interesting evening. "Let me help you with that," Nasir offered to take some of the drinks. It was only polite. "Come through to the kitchen and I'll show you where to put stuff." He had braided his long black hair to keep it out of his face while he was cooking.