[Gwen really didn't feel like being here. She wasn't exactly in the mood for a festival after losing Peter still being so fresh. She's still going between denial and acceptance depending on the day, but today is one of her better days. The other Peter had encouraged her to get some fresh air, and honestly, who could say no to fair food?
Just like the other spiders, Gwen's metabolism is through the roof. She has to eat a ton and get a ton of calories to maintain her energy levels, so of course she's poking around the food stands first. There's just something special about fair food, something you can only get during times like this. Everyone from New York City has been to Coney Island, and she's no different. She's got a decent amount of snacks already tucked into her arms but she's still perusing to make sure she's gotten everything she wants.
But when she spots another teen with even more than what she's already snagged in his own arms, and she raises an eyebrow.]
Uh-- nope. No, I'm all set. [She glances at her own full arms, and back at his. Hmm. Interesting.] Are you?
[ he sees your haul, and he's absolutely making notes of what he hasn't already seen yet, gwen. ]
Me? No way. I'm going to hit up every food stall here at least once. [ he nods to his prosthetic arm. ] I have a liminal space pocket where I can shove things I can't eat. They stay fresh there. [ greasy fair food any time he wants. you never know when you might need it.
[She'd be lying if she said she wasn't going to be doing just the same, but she gets slightly distracted by the revelations about his special prosthetic arm.]
Wait, seriously?? Lucky. That's so cool. [It makes her miss her friends if she thinks too hard, but she tries not to let bad thoughts win over right now. Even if it does sound exactly like something Peter Porker would take advantage of with his liminal space.]
Oh, this? [She shifts the weight in her arms, nodding to the battered and fried thing covered in powdered sugar.] Honestly? No idea. It was something that shouldn't be fried that they absolutely fried. Hydrox? No, wait-- what did they call them here again-- Oh, right. Oreos?
Sure. It's not really supposed to be used for food storage, but it's liminal, it's fine. [ probably. best not to question it too much.
his eyes light up at the explanation. ] I have no idea what an oreo is. [ but it clearly doesn't matter, because he's going to get some as soon as he finds the right stall. ] .. Hydrox is the same thing?
[ cable how did you live on krakoa all that time and never once try oreos? ]
Um, only the greatest cookie ever?? In my world, they're still called Hydrox, but my boyfriend-- [It comes out of her mouth without a thought, as if Peter was still here. Hurt and loss crosses her face, but she tries to cover it up quickly, it just...is not very smooth.]
He, uh-- He told me in his world, Oreo was a rip-off of Hydrox, but became so popular, it took over the market. But in my world, Hydrox is the still the superior cookie brand.
[Just fun, multiverse things! Also please don't ask her about her totally not dead or missing boyfriend, Cable, unless you want Gwen to get more sad :c]
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Just like the other spiders, Gwen's metabolism is through the roof. She has to eat a ton and get a ton of calories to maintain her energy levels, so of course she's poking around the food stands first. There's just something special about fair food, something you can only get during times like this. Everyone from New York City has been to Coney Island, and she's no different. She's got a decent amount of snacks already tucked into her arms but she's still perusing to make sure she's gotten everything she wants.
But when she spots another teen with even more than what she's already snagged in his own arms, and she raises an eyebrow.]
Uh-- nope. No, I'm all set. [She glances at her own full arms, and back at his. Hmm. Interesting.] Are you?
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Me? No way. I'm going to hit up every food stall here at least once. [ he nods to his prosthetic arm. ] I have a liminal space pocket where I can shove things I can't eat. They stay fresh there. [ greasy fair food any time he wants. you never know when you might need it.
or might need to barter with it. don't ask. ]
What's that powdered thing you have there?
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Wait, seriously?? Lucky. That's so cool. [It makes her miss her friends if she thinks too hard, but she tries not to let bad thoughts win over right now. Even if it does sound exactly like something Peter Porker would take advantage of with his liminal space.]
Oh, this? [She shifts the weight in her arms, nodding to the battered and fried thing covered in powdered sugar.] Honestly? No idea. It was something that shouldn't be fried that they absolutely fried. Hydrox? No, wait-- what did they call them here again-- Oh, right. Oreos?
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his eyes light up at the explanation. ] I have no idea what an oreo is. [ but it clearly doesn't matter, because he's going to get some as soon as he finds the right stall. ] .. Hydrox is the same thing?
[ cable how did you live on krakoa all that time and never once try oreos? ]
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He, uh-- He told me in his world, Oreo was a rip-off of Hydrox, but became so popular, it took over the market. But in my world, Hydrox is the still the superior cookie brand.
[Just fun, multiverse things! Also please don't ask her about her totally not dead or missing boyfriend, Cable, unless you want Gwen to get more sad :c]