"It wasn't what I was expecting, but she's really cool," Gwen spoke, twiddling with her pencil. How she adored trigonometry.

"He must really consider you guys friends to be so open."

"Yea. His landlord grandma likes busting his chops. Hope we can go back soon. She had a ton of cool pictures and stories. And I think she liked Pav. She kept rocking him on her lap."

"I'll bet he had a blast," Jess smiled, "That's what he gets for being so cute."

"Thanks again for all the stuff lately. This has got to be some of the funnest few months I've had in a while!"

"Wonderful. I'm glad to hear that. I'm gonna head off so you can get some rest today. Focus on school and let someone else do something. If there really is no one else, call me."

"Ok, thanks mom. Catch you later."

"See ya, kiddo," Spider-mom hung up. She needed to go see her taller child.

X

"So," Jess leaned against the table in Miguel's HQ office, "Something has been brought to my attention."

"Mm hm," he commented, Mayday crawling on his head as Gunner pulled at his leg, trying to stand.

"Information about a certain British brat."

"What about him?"

"Can you use your not counterfeit money maker for him?" Peter interjected.

"If I had some of his money to replicate," he turned as Jess handed him some currency, "Did you steal his wallet again?"

"I'll give it back, of course," she shrugged, tucking it into her pocket, "He lives in a van and I would like to rectify that."

"What makes you think someone like him wants to be tied down to home ownership?" Miguel typed away, "And Miles said he lives with his grandma. He just owns the van."

"Let me clarify. He lives in a van and I doubt he actually pays rent, since, like you, he's almost never home. At least he hasn't been in months."

"And he's small, like someone else, so we can give money to his grandma," Peter commented, "Wouldn't that be a nice thing?"

"Because then he can get taken care of better, right?" Jess gently scratched Miguel's back, "And if something happens with the van he's not screwed over."

Mig looked between them both and shrugged, "Lyla, please scan so we can do something about the pest."

"Right."

"Thank you, pumpkin," Jess cooed, "He probably won't admit it, but I'm sure he appreciates it so much."

"I know I did," Peter leaned into the giant's side.

Of course Miguel wouldn't mention that he could make money for each dimension, but he did for Jess', Miles' and Peter's. Afterall, he is often visiting them and hates the idea of just existing on someone else's dime. Also, Peter is always crying about being broke.

"We should ask Hobie if we can meet her," Jess considered, "See who this poor woman is."

"Why do we need his permission? We'll just trace the portal opening and following his watch's GPS."

"Finished," Lyla spun around, "And got his locations up."

Jess and Peter looked at each other, shrugging. That was more convenient.

X

"Who are you? Why are you at my house?" Bre looked at the trio, her eyes falling on Miguel, "Are you single? You look about my daughters' age."

"Hey, we're actually friends of Hobie," Peter started.

"Yankees huh? Fine, come in," she waved her arm, "hurry hurry."

They quickly shuffled in and she gave them a once over, "It's nice to see him have friends who aren't skinny! You must be Jess. Spider-mom?"

"Oh yea, that's what they call me," she mused, "We brought some things for Hobie."

"See, this is what I want for him. A strong woman with meat," she slapped Jessica's leg, "Thick thighs save lives."

Pete and Mig muffled their laughter as Jess raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"All his other friends so skinny," she shook her head, "But you built like a proper woman. And you," she grabbed Peter's gut, "A man who can eat. My favorite. And don't think I don't see you there," she squeezed Miguel's leg, "You also got the memo on thighs."

This time it was Jess' turn to laugh at her friends, "Well we didn't mean to invade, just wondered if we can leave some things for him and you."

"I think not," she wagged a finger at them, "Rude. Just come and drop something off then leave. Are you delivery men? You sit. I'll fix drinks!"

Pete raised a finger to argue but was quickly shut down by her yelling at them to take seats.

X

"For months? You hear? No word. Then comes back with some friends and in need of a cider rinse," Bre tsked, handing out tea to each of them, pausing at Miguel, "I have something better for you," she handed him a cup of juice.

He wasn't sure if he was offended or not but politely took it, sipping some.

"Tea has caffeine in it. Not sure if you should have it. You might be too young."

"I'm 30," he gasped. Though being thought of as younger than he was was a welcome change.

"I can smell the breast milk on your breath. I have 4 kids, you think I don't know the smell? Smells fresh," she sniffed, "You enjoy your dragon fruit juice. Its good for you."

Mig turned firetruck red and sipped his drink in silence while Peter's tea rushed out of his nose and Jess choked, suffering from third party embarrassment.

"[I didn't do a kind deed to be disrespected like this]" he mumbled in Spanish.

Outside of her blunt nature she seemed like a nice woman. It started as her just conversing. Then moved on to her giving parenting advice when Peter and Jess shared pictures of their babies. And of course she eventually pulled out the photo album.

X

"Well, Little Dimples should be here soon, if that idiot doesn't decide to disappear again. Are these for him?" She opened a bag without waiting for an answer.

The trio began to argue how that was private.

"Ah, perfect, more nappies," she took them to the closet, "That pattern is perfect, know I wouldn't be able to find it in his size. If you can get me some more I can pay you."

"This… is for you," Miguel passed her an envelope.

She took the envelope and investigated it.

"It should cover his rent and any expenses he may incur."

"And he forgot his wallet at my house." Jess handed it over.

"Ah. Thank you," she nodded, "Much appreciated! This will help with the plans I have."