"Gonna have to put it all under lock and key, make sure nobody goes nosing around my stuff," Quentin teases a little. He's got no problem sharing, but there's a line to that: he has to tell people what's up for sharing, and they have to not take without asking.

It wouldn't have taken such an impression to get Quentin to talk. He's promised already, but more importantly he doesn't take that much bribery to talk about himself. Still, it's considerate and kind, and just the sort of thing one expects from the kindly neighborhood Spiderman.

It's easy to find a counter and plenty of space.

"We can improvise, as long as you have the basics for it," he says gently. Really, just the baked ziti would have been fine, but he appreciates the fact that he'll be able to eat for a hot minute. He starts unpacking the bag, though he leaves room for Peter to step in and help too. "I'm pretty good at coming up with things on the fly."