Rocket had become a regular at Hinkles. As much as he hated to admit that Quill was right about anything, the kid was accurate in his assessment of the American cheeseburger being the best thing to eat. He'd also grown fond of strawberry milkshakes. He sat in his usual booth, taking a sip of his milkshake when he noticed someone staring at him. He sighed - he ought to be used to this by now, because apparently on this planet {like many others he knew of}, it wasn't common practice for his kind to be served in restaurants. He rolled his eyes.