When Drax presents him with the shiny round bauble, Groot draws away uncertainly.
"The stinkin' hell is that?" Rocket grabs for it.
"A gift, for weak, spindly Groot."
"Gimme!" Rocket jumps.
Drax holds it higher. He found it in a bazaar and couldn't put it down. Maybe it's a grenade casing? "Babies need pretty things."
On his daughter's name day, she received her first knife.
"He ain't no baby."
Of course he is: he's small, useless, and cute. Carefully, Drax clips it to Groot's top branch. "There."
Groot bends to admire it. "Groot," he concludes.
"Very pretty," Drax agrees.