"You could escort some of the humans when they take their trips," Nebula suggested. Then, she shook her head slightly. "I am unfamiliar with their foods." Truthfully, there was little Nebula understood about the ways of the humans or their Earth. What she'd absorbed from the ones she'd interacted with had taught her that the humans broke themselves up into types defined by region and that their government was bad. The only really good things she'd heard had come from Quill, who Nebula suspected exaggerated at least a portion of his claims. He hadn't lived on Earth for many years, so she just didn't believe he could be as much of an expert as he claimed to be.
"I would try a cheeseburger," Nebula said, trying to keep the conversation up. "Is Cosmo not a dog?" she asked. "I overheard humans saying so."