Within the quiet halls of the Milano, you sat on your messy, somewhat dingy cot, humming away and lacing together the last of the thin, green fibers together to finish your organic tiara.
“And done!” You cheered, placing the multi-colored circlet on your head. You marveled at the blossoms that you collected throughout your travels; neon blues, speckled yellows, blushing reds, and swirling whites trailed along the lush circlet. If you hadn’t accidently stowed away on their ship (and get sparred any punishment), you would have never come across such beautiful flowers. You became a bit distracted as you danced around the otherwise bland space you called a room, proud of your creation, as an unexpected visitor went to inspect the squealing that echoed in the foyer.
“I am Groot.” You turned around to find the tall, walking house plant looking into the chamber, with a slightly confused look on his face.