[ See, Peter thinks he has fun whenever he's out there quipping at villains, workshopping all his material while bullying them. Other than that, it's always something serious about responsibility. The guilt at the core of his morality will always haunt him, it seems. That same guilt might've been the very thing that's made him and Felicia so difficult to get off the ground-- why the answer to what they were was always never certain. ]

Nah, don't worry. I've still got the coffee right here. Not too many espresso shots this time, if you're worried.

[ Being Spider-Man's both thankless and restless. He's gonna have to cut down on the coffee lest it become another dependency, like the black suit that was alive.

But then Felicia teases him, her response being something to show for his flattery. He quirks a brow at the mention of her "good side." ]

Funny. From where I'm sitting, every side's your good side.

[ And with that, he discreetly takes a sip of his coffee. A deep and rich mocha from a fancy artisanal place-- someplace Peter's gonna have to come back to the next time he has to appease Fin Fang Foom with chocolate. ]

I know it's a scam. I just love belaboring how ridiculous the whole thing is!

But uh. Say no more about Marie Antoinette. The stealing, the black suit... that's a no-go for me.

Maybe the black suit the next time I dump this thing in the wash.

[ Not that he's particularly malodorous from exertion right now. The fabric's state-of-the-art and sweat/odor resistant, so it's nothing anybody can find at a Party City. Or... that costume shop in Germany where he had that traumatic episode with Wolverine. The recollection vaguely passes Peter's mind and it drives him to drink some more coffee. ]