Peter rolls his eyes and flicks paint at Tony's arm, jumping and sticking back to the ceiling.

"I take it back. All of it. You're the worst. And just so you know, I'm taking Beverly on a picnic tomorrow. Gonna make sandwiches or something and show her some stuff, now that she knows about the Spider thing," he mutters, making circles as instructed.

"You should have friends over too, you know. We could have a barbecue or something and invite your people. Like Karen and Wanda and Gwen and whoever."