[ Peter's taken a shine to the brooches -- shiny, golds, and metals are way more his style. Plus, scarves are more Gamora's thing. He's not really sure what they'd protect him from -- alien attacks? Whoever is behind their crime papers? But free is free, and he's not about to complain.

He's managed to find... very creative "brooch" if it can be called that. It sure called to him though, so he had to have it. He's got a few more star-themed ones, all pinned to his jacket like he's a con-goer in the late 00s. He's just in a good mood and happy to chat up strangers. You just happen to be the lucky one today! ]

So, what do you think they're protecting us from? I mean, it has to be something, right? Some legend they aren't telling us about or something?

[ Peter is not a manual labor guy. He can fix an engine, check a fuel gauge and chart a path along the stars, but planting flowers? Tilling soil? He simply can't do it. Picking and watering, that he can do. His visor may not totally work yet, but it's useful enough in catching the differences between flowers, and helping the locals build bouquets and whatnot.

So what if he looks super out of place, in his full gear, and with his visor enabled, hunched over a bed of flowers and hovering over each of them. Maybe if he can't pull data off a network, he can start making his own entries? ]

Hey, you! Help me out a sec. Do you know what this flower's called?

[ He doesn't recognize a lot of these -- but it's not because they're weird. Quite the opposite. Surrounded by earth flowers, he can probably name roses, sunflowers, daisies and... that's it. He could use a little help. ]

Or, uh, what do they call 'em where you're from?