The coat had genuinely made him happy, though. It had made his first month infinitely more tolerable than it would have been without it, and gave him something that he could use as armor. It had been a little thing, maybe not even that much effort for Crowley, but Yondu had clung to it like a lifeline.

"Hey, I know ya could probably make some of your own? But I got some whiskey an' rum an' vodka an' stuff." He gives Crowley's shoulder a friendly nudge. "It's nothin' fancy but if ya ever wanna drink an' watch or listen to somethin' you let me know. I have been gleanin' all kinds of bits of Terran culture from people. Might as well hang learn from somebody that's been around it for a long time, right?" He chuckles wryly.

He's raised a kid from there. He's around humans all the time. Pretty sure Crowley could get him some good stuff.