[ Equally amused, Rocket shrugs a shoulder, like, 'yeah, well, you said it' and picks up the pace to follow the longer strides of his host.

When they step into the empty hall, it looks a little like something from Thor's old home, the place they'd time-traveled back to before it (like so many other planets and homes) had been utterly destroyed. It's large and looming and there's a weight to the structure of this place, but most of all it feels too big and too empty. Even without the cracks in the ceiling, letting the slow drift of snow through, it's kinda cold. But the fire and the heavy timber tables make up for it a bit.

He climbs up onto one of the benches on all fours, a reminder that despite all of his adopted mannerisms, he's still ultimately more animal than people, and settles opposite to Geralt. He accepts the mug with a grateful little nod. ]

Yeah. [ He lifts the mug to sniff. It smells strong, and very very real.

Huh.

He takes an experimental sip. ] Wanda's from the same place I'm from. [ Well. Kinda mostly. ] And she offered me a place to stay. Nero was part of the package deal, I guess. He seems like he's got a lot going on.

[ And they certainly didn't get along at first.

But now — ]