"Oh I'm one for plannin'. But I'm also one for wingin' it." He stretches his arms along the back of the booth.

"And what if they mess this up even more? Chances are they can get y'all back to your bodies? But me? I'm stardust. So time to take advantage of what resources I got to enjoy what time I might have left. Or at least work with whatever time I got left in this universe."

The android leaves them menus, and Yondu's looking around the bar at some of the serving staff. "So, honest to god question, what's your type? You favor men? Women? What's your thing?" 'Cause he's got some leftover money to burn through before he says good-bye to that account.