"Yeah... since the first gift I made ya got smushed... and I figured, MOST chicks like a pretty pair of shoes, but my pal would rather have a pair of guns..." He laughed, nodding toward the desk Six stood by.
Groot rolled his eyes, reaching under that desk and placing a big box on top of the desk. "I am *Groot*." He said, walking back over by Rocket.
"Oh, don't bitch. It's just our thing. You're still my best pal, ol'-buddy-ol'-tree..."
Groot gave a resigned nod, and reached over to open the box for Six. Inside were a small double-ended pistol, similar in appearance to one of Star-Lord's element guns, and a larger blaster rifle, roughly the size of an earth shotgun, but clearly packing more firepower and with quite a few switches and knobs on it.
"The little one is more compact, obviously. I don't think I need to tell you how important it is to have one you can jump, run, and roll easily with in a tight situation. The big one... that's my pride and joy. Channels both electricity AND solar power into concentrated energy that'll tear through a starship hull like a hot knife through butter. And it's got tons of settings, from capable of stunning some to leaving them a little puddle of goop."