Santa Baby

“Okay,” says Peter, glancing down at the stew in front of him. He doesn’t know why he’s so weirdly anxious tonight -- normally he relishes his turn to tell stories while they all eat. But he’s run out of television and movie plots to share, so tonight he's going to do something different. “So, back on Earth when I was a kid, my favorite holiday was this one called Christmas.”“Chris Muss?” Gamora echoes, eager to learn these things as ever, and also always just...a little bit wrong.“Christmas,” he says again, trying to articulate the syllables more clearly, though he knows the actual problem is the translator-on-translator interaction losing some of the nuance.