Peter nods. "Of course," he continues in his I'm totally an adult voice. And once he's sure that the Gunnii is out of earshot, he turns to Liz and asks, in his normal tone of voice:

"Can you believe that? We're getting drinks, and -- all we're doing is paying in water." Peter looks utterly amazed by this. "I mean, I got another water bottle in my bag, but like. Is that just the currency here? And if it is, I mean -- what's going to be in the drinks?"

Peter doesn't have to wait to find out as the Gunnii returns and places the drinks in front of them, then totters away before Peter can grill them on the ingredients. They're a frosty blue color, but when Peter wraps his hand around the glass, he's surprised to find that the drink is at room temperature -- no ice, either. And that kinda seems weird to him.

Peter looks down at the beverage. It kinda has a weird sheen on the surface. He looks over at the alien next to him, hoping he might be friendly enough to explain what's in the drink.

Instead, Peter notices the feline-type alien is eyeing Liz in a way that makes him feel very uncomfortable.

"The girl," he says, pointing a long, clawed finger in Liz's direction. "You said she was yours, yes?"

"Uh," Peter says tentatively, looking over at Liz. He can't even manage to do the voice. "Yeah?"

"How much for her?"