Besides...
No.
It wasn't just a banquet.
After Star-Lord snatched Ego away from the Hecatoncheires once again, he couldn't help missing his old companions again.
Rocket Raccoon.
Groot.
Drax.
And...
Gamora.
At first, Star-Lord had thought things would go just as Lake had said: all he needed to do was make sure the Hecatoncheires didn't play Ego to death. Besides, even if the Hecatoncheires wanted to play with Ego, Star-Lord could return in one second from anywhere in the universe.
But...
He could indeed return in one second, but there was no way for him to go back in one second.
It was manageable around the Chaos Force Universe, but if he went too far away—for example, beyond the Solar System—there was nothing he could do. After all, Star-Lord simply didn't have that much divine power.
And so.
The moment Star-Lord thought about how he was missing his Guardians of the Galaxy, he looked at the Hecatoncheires nearby, its countless heads carefully watching him, and sighed. In the end, he simply decided not to leave.
Ego, who had been tortured until he was old and worn out beside him, no longer even had the strength to speak. He merely used every opening he got to try, futilely, to adjust his celestial power and repair himself once again.
Star-Lord had his troubles.
Likewise.
Lake had his own troubles too.
For example, right now.
What could stabilize the relationship between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law? Without a doubt, whether in the East or the West, if a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had any common topic when meeting for the first time, it would unquestionably be embarrassing stories about their son or husband's childhood.
Lake was facing precisely such a situation.
Actually...
This situation had already happened once before. But that time, Betty's Bruce Banner