"There'd be feathers everywhere." Although some poultry attacks might be a little messy, who would want that? But the hypotheticals were amusing enough, "Oh, definitely slush. But I don't know if anyone would be scared of the Incredible Slush?" Then again, Carol hadn't seen much of Hulk since Goodland, indicating that this version of Bruce must've had a better grasp on things than the one at home. Then again, their homes weren't being destroyed just as regularly.
Carol snorted into her shake, the idea of Bucky ignoring people more than usual would likely mean going full hermit. But sometimes it was just easier to not worry so much about the attachments to people that rarely stuck around. "Groot always expects an offering, but he's a growing tree, so I don't mind." Nebula and Gamora were less pushy, but Peter was definitely a whiner.
The fortune cookie thing felt like a lifetime ago, even though it was probably less than six months back. "Yeah, like a fun movie shoved in my head that I had no control over." Although she was more aware now that it was a potential future, not the actual future. What could happen to them all, maybe a destiny. "It took a while to process, but ultimately," Carol shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe it's better to know?"