Pockets were crucial. How could anyone go without having pockets? Gamora had toyed with the idea of dressing more like a human, but couldn't bring herself to doing it. The clothes she'd tried on were just not her style.
So far this was the best date she'd ever been on on Earth. It was the only one she'd ever been on on Earth, but that was beside the point. Best. She couldn't help but feel warm inside as she watched Peter messing around with the machine that controlled the giant wheel.
"Sounds like a plan." Of course it wouldn't be a problem. They'd jumped onto much more dangerous contraptions than this one. Gamora moved over to the platform that was closest to the metal baskets with the seats. She assumed that was what they would ride to the top. "Just say when."