Well, fuck, he's got them there. What are they going to say, no I'm not? That'd work about as well as telling the crowd of people around the vent you popped out of that you were just checking on the air conditioning. And trying to think of a good comeback distracted them from squirming around, so he's got one over on them there, too. But really, what were they trying to achieve? Keeping a parent apart from his child, just because he's got bad manners and skittering legs? (What the fuck did they just think? Not wanting to let talking bugs crawl on them makes them the asshole? They have got to get out of here. The atmosphere's really getting to them.)

While Purple's preoccupied with their thoughts, standing there awkwardly with one index finger halfway raised, the spider-people are having a family bonding moment atop their head and shoulders. It actually is kind of touching.

"Thanks," they respond, also a little grudgingly. They point at the thick lumps of thorny vines taking up most of the bandstand. "Party crashers came to ruin everything. I don't know anything about magic, no one can get through the plants, I don't see how we're supposed to stop them."