Of course they'd made a splashy entrance. It was like the Guardians to do stuff like that and for as much as Quill pretended not to like Thor (although, honestly, he wasn't that good looking), the guy was clearly Guardian Material. So. That was good, he supposed. It was something. And like they'd said before, everyone was here now so it wasn't all that bad, he supposed.
He still didn't like feelings, but whatever.
"Beer's never a bad choice," Peter agreed, because it was true. It was right up there with boxed wine and free shots at bars.
He tilted his head to the side though, a cute and interested puppy if there ever was one and nodded along to Steve's suggestion. "You -- ah. Yeah? You wanna make posters or just paint directly on the walls?" Either, he figured, would be pretty damned cool. "Because that'd be -- are you sure?" It was true, he supposed, that the Avengers weren't really a thing here. Everyone on that team didn't seem so much like a family as the Guardians were. It was a weird flex, but Peter wasn't going to get into it. "You wanna work here? You could get some real musical education in at the same time."