"Enough to work from, I think. It's... been a while." But May did teach her a thing or two—the way that her dad saw Peter like another son went both ways, May and Ben always treated her like family.

She's barely talked to them, since everything happened. Cowardly of her, really—she should have been stronger, been able to look them in the eye as she lied to them, but instead she hid herself away. She can't do that anymore. Even if she could bring herself to keep the truth from them going forward, she's sure Dad wouldn't let her.

They deserve the truth about what happened to their nephew. Even if the truth might mean they hate her.

She sends out a few webs of her own to grab some necessary equipment, larger ingredients, and a cookie to chew on—a trivial use of physical webs, perhaps, but she's not too worried about wastage when Miguel and Peter are around.