Nebula | Quill
"I know," Peter admitted. Gamora would come. It was more his own worries that had him nervy and weird than what he thought Gamora would do. He was just being stupid about it, was all. But that was nothing new, apparently. He'd done a lot worse than fidgeting on a blanket in the recent past while over worrying about Gamora.
He and Nebula weren't from the same time anymore, not really. She'd moved on and grown as a person, a good person who'd found her own people and meaning all while he'd been dust. And it was kind of cool to see. He was happy for her, especially if she'd been experimenting with cool Earth food.
"Yeah, exactly like that," he agreed. "You eat cold stuff, you kinda get a brain freeze but it still tastes good, and there's nothing to regret. It's just like...a little thing. Here." He lifted the bag up in offer. He sure as hell wasn't going to deter her from trying new stuff.