"Xandarian beer. And I mean it. Xandarian. None of that Kree shit." He says decisively, and the pink girl beams at them with a too-pretty smile that's been honed to perfection over the years to make her some tips.

"So how are your people back home? They still standin'? How are you?" Yondu asks while she tends to their drinks, and he pulls up a stook with his foot as he waits.