"I don't think Gamora would like that very much," Peter pointed out, as if that was the only flaw in John's "suggestion". It wasn't, not really, but it was the joke here that mattered the most. Obviously.
He took another drink of his bright blue concoction and leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. He didn't really want to talk about Kitty -- it was a rough subject and there'd be no consoling John on the matter. After all, Peter had been a ruin, a wreck, when he'd thought Gamora was dead. He'd been one of the main causes for the death of half the entire universe because he'd flown so off the handle. It -- wasn't his place to say anything in this matter, not unless John really wanted to talk about it.
Instead, he frowned and said: "Hey. Is that a tiger?"