"Making a wh--!" Rocket's laughter cuts through Peter's yelp before the kid can freak out and have a full on anxiety attack over the admission. This one's pretty high strung. Like one of those tiny yappy dogs you see sometimes. At least he's a lot more useful when push comes to shove.

"Oh. I..I mean. Cool." Peter settles into a seat at the picnic table and watches Rocket work for a moment.

"So uhm. How's it work? Could you show me?"