[ Peter can't help but snort out a laugh – apparently he's a little more comfortable with his decision, given the act. He watches as the guy – Cisco, apparently – scrolls through the available selections, and he's wrapped up in it that he nearly doesn't notice the proffered hand.

Thankfully, though, he notices and doesn't leave the guy hanging, shaking his hand. ]

Peter Quill. Folks call me Star-Lord.

[ What folks? Why would they possibly do that? Does this make him royalty, somehow, or just a douche?

These questions and more! ]

And I hope not, man. Like, no pressure or anything, but my next night or two are definitely riding on your selections, so I'm hoping you took this privilege seriously.