Location: Mess Hall – Eclector
Date: 18th June 1990
Time: 1005 (Ship Time)
Yondu eyed the cans of Beasties warily. "Ya sure ya owe me eight cans Rabbit?"
Tori smiled smugly, "Yup. You swore to eat them all Yondu. A deal's a deal Blueberry."
Peter giggled as Yondu picked up the fork. "He's gunna puke."
Kraglin ruffled the kid's hair affectionately, "Nah he ain't. Ya ain't never seen tha Cap'n really eat. He c'n fit just about anythin' inta that gut o' his."
The Hraxian leaned over and murmured something in his own language in Tori's ear. Her eyes went wide, and she bit her lip. Smacking him affectionately on the shoulder she growled playfully, "You are so bad."
Kraglin shrugged a shoulder watching as Yondu hoofed into the second can with ease. "He'll need ta lie down afta this. Otherwise he pro'ly will puke."
Tori's fingers snaked over Yondu's shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, "Think we can handle that right Captain?"
He gave her a filthy Beastie filled leer over his shoulder and she giggled.
Peter frowned at them, "You guys are so weird."
"Oi!" Tori exclaimed, "We're not weird, we're - well not perfect but -"
"Quill," Yondu said through a mouthful of Beasties, "you'll learn as ya git older," he stared at his mates, grinning in a way that would be disgusting if it weren't so typically Yondu, "not e'erythin' has ta be perfect," they smiled back, curling their arms around each other, "ta just work."