"A model kit?" he asks, about the 'fiddly build kits'. Awkward silence as he drums his fingers and turns around a little more, feeling the urge to explain himself.

"...I knew someone who was obsessed with your century."

Miguel never talked about any close relationships in his home universe. For all that he mentioned them, they may as well have died a decade ago or never existed; he just emerged into his world as Nueva York's frightening night creature of a Spider-Man. Apparently, retro nerdy stuff was popular at any time period.

Another pause. Miguel wasn't good at this any more than Gwen was, and he seemed allergic to trying to smooth things along with idle chitchat humor, which made all this so much worse. But, he was trying.

"There is whole wheat flour in the kitchen."