Well, it was true. Laughter was the best medicine. Quill didn't actually know who it was that said that, but it seemed to apply pretty often when he was around. He was -- well. It was fun and easy to be a goof, being sad and serious -- god, those were such hard emotions and they made him hurt on the inside. He avoided that sort of thing when he could, being purposefully obtuse and going above and beyond with silly shit.
"I'm not a muppet! I'm not big and blue!" Quill countered, outraged. Well, not really outraged but going for it anyway. "Blob is a terrible name," he pointed out. "Like, possibly offensive. Jesus." But then again, at five hundred pounds maybe it had just been apt. "And Mystique sounds like she's got the skills for some beyond professional thieving. She'd put me out of a job." He paused, and then shrugged -- now that they were sharing. "My best friend is a talking raccoon and the entire ship raised a sentient sort of talking tree as their kid."