Gwen's laughter follows soon after, the blonde girl coughing and wheezing and laughing herself into tears. Wiping a few of those away as the healing whatever helps her out greatly, she looks at Peter again.

"I really hope you understand this, because multiverse and all; Instead of a dog in a bowler hat in a room on fire saying 'this is fine'? It's spiders in a room of lavender. Still in the bowler hat."

God, please. Let him understand that. Boy, does she ever look hopeful.

This is in poor taste, she knows. But if she can make fun of herself, she'll be fine.