Rocket snickers at the look on the poor guy's face. Aw, how cute. "Smart. It ain't as easy as folk say it is."

He tilts his head toward the dance floor a little. "Other than Groot, nah. Got too many adults to keep alive to keep track of another kid." He copes by laughing; it's how he keeps the pain away. Pretending he didn't lose them all, even if he got them back in the end. "He's plenty for me. For us, I mean. 'specially now that he's old enough he ain't just shoving everything into his mouth."