It's much too early for this. He glances over at Shelob who's close by as always, hanging from her webs on the ceiling. She doesn't seem to understand this anymore than he does. Part of him feels immediately defensive at her mention of unpacking trauma. That's what she thinks! He's going to go back to ignoring that particular bit of trauma and never talk about it again, thanks.

"That's uh... May's not really... or at least my Aunt May isn't someone I'd swap recipes with." Or maybe, as long as she didn't cook it, it probably wasn't burnt. Sorry Aunt May, he loves you.

"Can you tell Mr Stark that I'm staying home today, my head hurts."