And Gwen is dissolving so far into laughter, it's not even making sound. It's just her, dying but in a good way. She can picture that child. She can picture herself and Peter as that child and it's the best. She sits up and looks at Peter, enjoying his laughter and wanting more of it.

But as she tries to speak, it's clear that 1: she's probably lost her god damn mind and 2: she has the hiccups, a soft hic interrupting every few words or so.

"This...this bitch lavender! Yeet!"

Hiccup.

Also? Hang on a second. What Lightning just said has hit her and she's very much so alarmed into not laughing anymore.

"Runs in the...wait, what? No. I just met them like...I met Peter a few hours ago and Mr Stark like ten minutes ago. I'm not related to either of them."