[The tray of food is getting set down, although Wally's definitely snatching up one of the protein bars he'd managed to dig out of one of the kitchen cabinets, opening it up and taking a bite of something that is definitely just processed, disgusting health.

He doesn't seem to mind, considering he's just chewing that weird mess while giving Peter that same half-contemplative, half-weirded out look.]

Yeah, especially when the last spider-guy I knew happened to be an assassin for hire. [Munch munch] Kind of cultivates arachno-wariness.