[Repopulate? That takes Thor a minute to get, and it's a good thing he's too hungover to choke on his soup trying to laugh and eat at the same time.] I could, couldn't I? Got a few thousand years, probably.

[He'd mostly been joking about their fellow shipmate and his tendency to put himself in danger for fun, though honestly, Thor wouldn't put it past Drax to actually set himself ablaze in the name of tradition. But Peter has a point, and Thor is quick to agree that perhaps it's best to have Groot as unburned as possible.] Oh, I suppose you're right, of course.

Oh really. [He squints at Peter, as if to say 'you, a troublemaker?' in the least actually skeptical way possible.] Any funny stories? Scars?

[It reminds him of Loki, just a little. The amount of times the Odinsons had gotten themselves into a predicament of their own making, and the fond exasperation that Frigga had shown them on so many occasions. That way lies melancholy, though, and his hand slows a little, absently stirring the soup a little as his stomach settles. He's already eaten more of it than he'd thought he could, and certainly more than he's had in a while now.]