[ Gamora used to be much better about turning down gifts. She used to glare hard enough to turn a man to stone when someone tried to foist something onto her that she had no use for.
Now, she's adjusted to the well-meaning offerings of the city's festivals, and she's resigned herself to accepting them – as long as they don't seem harmful. Very little has been here, beyond the damage done to her pride on rare occasion or a few embarrassing interactions that are... less likely to be embarrassing with the change in her relationship with Peter.
(For example, the compulsion to climb into his bed isn't anywhere near mortifying these days.)
She's noticed the new refugees, the exchange of flowers currently going on, but pays it little mind as she leaves the Guard to find her own tiny plant child and the hapless Terran who should be accompanying him.
Fortunately, she doesn't have to go too far, and it's impossible to miss Peter's bright red jacket. She catches snippets of his conversation, even from afar, but Gamora doesn't move to interrupt, simply approaching quietly and patiently. As she gets closer, Groot turns to see her, and immediately lights up. He dashes away from his new friend, going over to Gamora to tug at her pant leg and hold up the little flower he's made.
Gamora smiles gently down at him, tucking her hair behind her ear as she crouches next to the little sapling. ]
Did you make that?
[ A nod. ]
It's very nice.
[ Groot holds it out to her, and she accepts it with a quiet, "Thank you," (since they're working on his manners, and Gamora isn't usually great with the whole gratitude thing).
The plant woman that Groot was talking to also comes forward to offer Gamora a bundle of magenta flowers. She's about to decline, but Groot is watching her so intently, so expectant.
... Fine.
She sighs, but takes the flowers with another short word of thanks.
Gamora didn't intend to interrupt Peter's conversation, but Groot has no such qualms, and he darts from Gamora to Peter, shoving impatiently at his boot to get his attention. ]
iii!
Now, she's adjusted to the well-meaning offerings of the city's festivals, and she's resigned herself to accepting them – as long as they don't seem harmful. Very little has been here, beyond the damage done to her pride on rare occasion or a few embarrassing interactions that are... less likely to be embarrassing with the change in her relationship with Peter.
(For example, the compulsion to climb into his bed isn't anywhere near mortifying these days.)
She's noticed the new refugees, the exchange of flowers currently going on, but pays it little mind as she leaves the Guard to find her own tiny plant child and the hapless Terran who should be accompanying him.
Fortunately, she doesn't have to go too far, and it's impossible to miss Peter's bright red jacket. She catches snippets of his conversation, even from afar, but Gamora doesn't move to interrupt, simply approaching quietly and patiently. As she gets closer, Groot turns to see her, and immediately lights up. He dashes away from his new friend, going over to Gamora to tug at her pant leg and hold up the little flower he's made.
Gamora smiles gently down at him, tucking her hair behind her ear as she crouches next to the little sapling. ]
Did you make that?
[ A nod. ]
It's very nice.
[ Groot holds it out to her, and she accepts it with a quiet, "Thank you," (since they're working on his manners, and Gamora isn't usually great with the whole gratitude thing).
The plant woman that Groot was talking to also comes forward to offer Gamora a bundle of magenta flowers. She's about to decline, but Groot is watching her so intently, so expectant.
... Fine.
She sighs, but takes the flowers with another short word of thanks.
Gamora didn't intend to interrupt Peter's conversation, but Groot has no such qualms, and he darts from Gamora to Peter, shoving impatiently at his boot to get his attention. ]
I am Groot!