@RealSpidey570360BC02C1a5664D7

ONE WEEK BEFORE THE ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF BEN'S DEATH

Thursdays in the summer were always fun for Peter. He spent the morning swinging around Queens, the afternoon taking a nap on the couch, the late afternoon swinging around queens, and the evening at decathlon practice at someones house. 

May spent her Thursdays worrying about Peter, but he knew she also spent them preparing lesson plans for her middle schoolers that year, and sending out emails or whatever it is adults had to do. May taught middle school at one of the lower-end private schools in Queens. She was a history teacher and a good mentor for the students. A good handful of her students ended up in high school with Peter which was always odd when they made the connection. 

This Thursday was slightly different. Decathlon practice was at MJ’s house that night and Peter was planning to forgo his normal mid-afternoon spiderman adventure in order to help her and her mom make dinner. This changed in an oddly drastic way when May called him halfway through his morning routine.

“May is calling.” Karen said. “I’m going to answer unless told otherwise.”

Peter found a rooftop to sit on so he could hear his aunt better. 

“Hello?” He said.

“Hey Peter, I can call MJ’s mom and let her know, but you’re doing dinner at home today.”

“What?” 

“I- well you can come home and look at it if you want, but I just got an email from an old friend of your parents who plans to visit tonight. He said he’s sorry for the short notice, but he- I don’t know, you can read it if you want it’s difficult to explain.”

Peter’s heart sunk. He hated politics. His parents had founded the biggest non-profit for African autonomy and assistance in recent history and they were both heavily involved in a lot of international politics because of it. They had a lot of old friends who sometimes intruded into Peter and May’s lives. 

“Can’t I be busy with school stuff?”

“No, they sounded like they’re bringing gifts and I don't feel comfortable accepting gifts for your parents without you here. I'm sorry Bug."

Ben used to do that part. Ben had done that part for years, taking the gifts that Peter didn’t have the strength to accept. Ben had always held Peter after the politicians left. This hadn’t happened in years, and Ben wasn’t able to help him anymore. In about a week, Ben would have been dead for a year. 

“I- Okay, uhm,” Peter tried to keep his voice even, “What time are they coming over?”

“Six.” May answered. “But I want to make them dinner so I’m gonna have you help because it’s last minute.”

Peter nodded from within his suit. It was last minute. That was normal for foreign politicians though.

“Yeah, okay I can call MJ, uhm, are you good if I stay out until lunch still?”

“Why don’t you come home a bit early since you’re gonna need time to cool down. You don’t need to come back right now, just soon alright?”

Peter sighed, “Yeah, uhm, yeah that sounds good.”

“Alright, you call MJ, I’m gonna run to the store and get stuff for dinner. Chicken Alfredo sound good?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Okay, I love you Peter, have Karen text me when you’re on your way home.”

“Will do, bye” Peter said. Karen hung up for him. “Karen call MJ for me.”

“Of course Peter.” She answered.

“Hey Peter, I’m working on homework, do you need something?”

“I can’t make it tonight.” Peter wanted to get this conversation over with quickly.

“What?” She was pissed, “Why not? I told you and Ned that I needed your hands for dinner, it better not be some internship thing because I-”

“People are coming over about my parents.” Peter said quickly. “Old friends or something like that. It happens sometimes, it happened more with weird old politicians right after they died, but apparently this one’s really important so I’ve gotta stay home.”

MJ was quiet for a few moments. “Sure, uhm just call if you need anything okay? If you need to talk or something before or afterwards. I’ll make sure Ned and I have our ringtones on.”

Peter smiled, “Will do MJ, thanks.”

“Anytime, have a good night.”

“Yep,” Peter said. He heard the line end and quickly swung back into the wind along the streets of Queens. “Karen is there anything for me to do? Preferably something that doesn’t have to do with my parents.”

“There are videos of a girl calling for her lost parrot three streets east of you." Karen said. 

"On it!" Peter swung on.

When he got back to his apartment he ate a quick lunch before passing out on the couch. May woke him up with enough time for them to quietly make dinner while tiptoeing around the fact that Ben wasn't there to answer the door for the foreign guests. By the time the door opened they had ignored the subject so well that Peter had no idea who was coming.

A knock came to the door.

“I got it-” May opened the door -“Good evening King T’Challa.”

Peter forced his jaw to not hit the floor.

“You as well Ms. Parker,” T’Challa kissed her hand, “Would you mind if Okoye took a quick look around the apartment before I come in, it’s a routine security policy.”

“Of course,” May stepped back and a tall, strong woman made her way around Peter’s apartment. She opened every door, and Peter was glad that May had made him clean his room even though they weren’t eating there. 

“We’re all clear your majesty.” She said coming back from a glance into the bathroom.

T’Challa smiled and allowed himself to be lead to the kitchen by May and Peter. Peter didn’t know what to do except get dinner ready and sit down in his chair. He had fought with T’Challa in Berlin. He had seen T’Challa get into fist fights while wearing a cat costume. He’d watched the same videos as the rest of the world when Wakanda came out of the shadows, and he knew his parents had worked with them. 

As they sat down at the table, T’Challa asked about Peter’s school and May’s work. Peter allowed himself to ask T’Challa one question about the use of Vibranium in fabrics and its strength when dispersed so thinly. T’Challa didn’t have an answer, however insisted that Peter and his sister would get along very well. Okoye, who hadn’t said very much, might have smiled at this idea.

After several minutes T’Challa took a pause in the conversation as an opening to begin the conversation he had come to start.

“Peter, as I told your aunt in the email I sent her this morning, my father knew your parents very well before their passing. We were all wounded greatly upon the news of their deaths.”

Peter swallowed and gave the king a nod.

“Your mother was the first American to devote her doctoral studies to our country, and your father worked alongside her in fights for our ability to maintain our secrecy. They both helped in working with my father on ensuring Wakanda maintained a peaceful image. In 2000, a few weeks after you were born, Mary was invited into Wakanda to better understand our situation and the reason for our secrecy. She was the first and last foreigner who my father entrusted with our secrets.”

“She kept our secrets until her capture and death at the hands of our enemies and for that our people are grateful.” T’Challa paused for a moment, “As May is aware, my father brought my sister and I to America for Mary and Richard’s funeral. He gave Ben the gifts that we were able to give at the time, and on Bens passing, my father ensured a trip to the United States allowed himself to attend his funeral and grieve over the recent news regarding Mary and Richard’s deaths.”

Peter looked at May for confirmation of this. He’d been too much of a mess that day to remember much, nevertheless a king who’d apparently known his family.

“I assumed that was him,” she gave a small smile, “Ben had talked about occasionally getting an email or two from a friend of Mary’s but I never knew the extent.”

T’Challa returned her smile, “It was always my father’s wish that Mary’s family be given a gift that truly showed the gratefulness of our Wakandan people. Unfortunately he was unable to see that day. As King now of a nation which has come out of its hiding, I would like to offer you what my father could not.”

T’Challa pulled out a small toy, and a woven quilt which Peter recognized from one that had hung in their living room before May put it in storage. He held the toy out to Peter. It was a small metal rhino with blue and gold patterns along its side.

“This is a common toy for our children in Wakanda. In her few days in our country your mother had expressed to mine several times that she wanted you to have one. It is a wind-up toy which uses vibranium cores allowing it a longer life and higher durability. She was unable to bring one to you as a child, however I would like for you to have one now.”

Peter felt tears start to stream down his cheeks. He took the small toy in his hands and imagined his mothers around them. He slowly wound up the rhino, turning the smooth disk on its side. He set it next to his chili bowl and watched as it took several steps forward, bowed, and then continues to walk, bowing every several steps. Okoye was kind enough to turn it back to him and allow it to make its way into his hands again where he held it until it stopped moving on its own.

Peter looked up to thank T'Challa and found the king to be crying as well. May sniffled and Peter looked over to see her crying at the toy in his hands.

"We also brought a traditional tapestry," T'Challa held forward the woven cloth which Peter took, handing the rhino to May for a moment. "The one given to you at their funeral was woven without the vibranium protection that we often embed in our tapestries. This one however has vibranium woven in allowing it to withstand much more, and be used as protection as necessary. It is a gift for families to be given in their times of grief in Wakanda."

This was too much for Peter. The cloth felt light, but strong in his hands. His sensitive skin could pick out the vibranium interwoven and interlocked within the tapestry and could feel that it could stop bullets if it needed to. It was meant to provide protection to a grieving family. It could have protected Ben. 

Of course there was no way Ben would have had this on the night he was shot, yet the knowledge that it could have saved his life took over. His grip tightened along the fibers of the fabric and he let out a sob. May put a hand on his shoulder and for the first time in a long time, he ached for his mothers hand instead. A hand that had wanted to give him the rhino, and watch him play with it. They could have watched it crawl along the table while his dad held them close. 

Peter swallowed down an oncoming sob in order to look back up at T’Challa. The man didn’t seem ashamed of his tears. He looked just as lost in the emotion as Peter felt, and Peter was suddenly reminded of the fact that T’Challa’s father wasn’t here to help present these gifts. T’Challa had gone against his father's wishes to bring these here, into America. Peter found himself gripping the tapestry even tighter, glad that he didn’t have to worry about ripping it.

“Thank you,” his voice shook. “Thank you so much for bringing these. It, it really means a lot.”

“It truly is our pleasure.” T’Challa answered, his voice no more stable than Peters.

May let out a shaky breath and squeezed Peter’s shoulder before letting it go. “They would be so proud of you Peter.” She whispered.

Peter looked up to her with a smile. He saw the way she cradled the small rhino, and wished she’d put her hand back on his shoulder and never let him go. It was going to be a pajama and movie night for sure.

“Unfortunately we must go now,” Okoye said softly, “We are taking residency with friends in upstate New York tonight and need to remain punctual for them.”

T’Challa nodded and stood up, dishes in hand. “Where would you like us to put our dishes?”

May shot out of her seat, cradling the rhino in her left arm while she took T’Challa’s dishes with her right, “That’s alright, we can take care of dishes. It’s my night to wash.” 

“Thank you very much.” T’Challa responded as May gathered the dishes around the table. She nearly dropped a plate due because she hadn’t stopped holding the Rhino, and T’Challa helped her get all the dishes over to the sink despite her protests that he had already been so kind.

They made their way out the door, and May insisted that they were walked down to the street where they said their goodbyes. 

By the time May and Peter got back to the apartment, most of their tears had dried. Peter texted MJ and Ned to let them know he would call them about it soon. May silently cleaned their dinner up and the pair got into their pajamas before they made their way to the couch. Peter draped the tapestry over them while May got the dvd player going.

“You probably can’t normally use this as a blanket Petey,” she whispered, “It’s supposed to hang on the wall.”

Peter curled into her. “I like that I can grip it without worrying about it ripping. I tore a hole in a few blankets after Ben died. I can’t tear the vibranium.”

May was quiet for a little bit. “I think they would like that you found comfort in it.”

Peter smiled as she hit play on the third Harry Potter movie. She shifted for a moment to pick up the toy rhino before going back to their comfortable position.

“You still going to Tony’s tomorrow? It’s Friday.” May said as Hedwig's theme played.

“Yeah,” Peter answered quietly, “I’ll tell him I just want to work or something, I could use the distraction.”

“Are you going to tell him you met the King of Wakanda again?” She asked.

“Isn’t it a secret? Also, the first time definitely doesn’t count.” Peter looked up at her.

She shrugged, “It was a secret until tonight. He sounded like after he got where he was going tonight he wasn’t really worried about a security threat or anything like that. So you could probably tell Tony.”

Peter gave a small nod, “We’ll see, I- I don’t know if I can talk about it yet, that was a lot.”

May nodded, “That’s fair, I might send him a text and let him know you’re coming in late then. I think it’s gonna be a rough night and I want you to sleep in if you can.”

Peter curled into her as the dialogues started on screen. "That's fair," he muttered. "You have a school meeting tomorrow right?"

"Yeah, 7:30, so just text Happy when you wake up okay?"

Peter showed up at the tower still in his pajamas, Wakandan tapestry thrown over his shoulders. As May had predicted the night had been rough. They had fallen asleep on the couch and May woke Peter up when he started shaking. He couldn’t remember the dream but he couldn’t fall asleep after it either. He fell back asleep in his bed around three and woke up two hours later in a cold sweat, screaming for someone to help him get out of the rubble. He was awake when May got ready to go to work, and texted Happy a few minutes after she left.

“Pajamas kid?” Tony asked when Peter got to the workshop. “And a blanket? You know we’ve got blankets here right?”

“It was a rough night,” Peter answered.

Tony gave Peter a bit of a sorry look, “I wish I didn’t have to do this kid, May told me you guys talked about some heavy stuff last night, but we’ve got fancy guests coming to the lab today so I’m gonna need you in a t-shirt and jeans minimum. I’ve gotta pretend we have standards.”

Peter gave him a weird look. “Am I really that sleep deprived or did you just suggest that other people were gonna be in the lab today? As in not us, Pepper, Happy and maybe another Avenger who needs you for a meeting?”

Tony nodded tight lipped.

“Okay, why?” Peter tried again.

“Because I think one of them might bsmerthne” He mumbled towards the end.

Peter started smirking, “What was that?”

“Because one of them might e smtr th me”

“One of them what?”

“One of them might be smarter than me but it’s not that big of a deal, it’s not like she already told me how she’d like to improve on my flight technology or anything. I’ll survive the day, my ego just might not. Honestly I’ll probably be too blown away by the corrections to realize I’m being belittled until it’s over. Hopefully I don’t come off as an ass. We’ll see what happens.”

Peter started at Tony. “Who’s coming over?”

Tony was moving around the room, nervous energy obvious in his fidgeting with every tool he saw. “I’m not gonna tell you, it’ll brighten both of our moods for this to be a surprise to you. Also, I’m slightly worried that you’re going to love one of them, uhm, the certifiably genius one.”

“You’re really scared of him aren’t you?”

“I am not scared, and it’s a ‘her’ so check yourself there kid.” Tony smiled goodheartedly at Peter.

Peter nodded and went over to his workstation. “When do I have to be in a t-shirt by?” 

Tony looked at his clock. “They should be up and on their way down four hours and they’re coming straight down here. So maybe change in three hours? Sound fair?”

Peter thought for a second, “Can I keep the tapestry?”

Tony smiled a bit, “Sure but why don’t you throw it onto the couch when they come in okay? And if you’re going to have it thrown over you like that we can call it a blanket for today.”

Peter nodded and got into his work. He was helping Tony configure miniature arc reactors into prosthetic limbs so that they wouldn’t have to be taken off for charging. Peter’s design of the miniature arc reactor still had overheating issues, and he was in charge of engineering a proper agent that would protect the wires without ruining the arc reactors. Peter spent most of the morning running through chemical equations and throwing ideas around with Tony as he fiddled with the mechanics of an iron legion gauntlet. The insulant proved to be a good distraction. And allowed him and Tony to get into a good groove.

“Boss, Pepper would like to ask that you come upstairs to greet your guests before bringing them down to the lab.” Friday said.

“Shit,” Tony put his tools down and looked around. “Blanket on the work couch, run up to your room and get changed. Time slipped away, I need you in a better t-shirt and nicer pants when they come down. Sound good?”

Peter nodded, getting up taking the tapestry with him to his room. He would bring it back with him, but being without it felt wrong right now. He’d almost brought the rhino as well, but ended up leaving that on his desk at home. In the time it took him to get change, space off for a few moments, and make his way back downstairs, Tony had already seemed to start the tour of his lab.

Peter thought about going back upstairs, leaving the grown ups alone and opening a new notebook. Starting on a fresh page without everything around him may give him a new look at the coolant, or at the very least some space to allow his mind to process the current emotional roller coaster he was on. 

“That you Peter? Come on in here I’ve got someone I want you to meet.” 

Peter could hear the grin on Tony’s face. He turned the corner and felt the tapestry slide off his shoulders and onto the floor as he took in the sight before him. King T’Challa was standing next to Tony as a younger girl looked over some of the notes Peter had been working on.

“Hi, uhm,” Peter started.

“This is Peter Parker,” Tony introduced. “Peter this is King T’Challa of Wakanda, and Princess Shuri.”

“Peter and I have met,” T’Challa smiled softly.

Tony paled and looked at Peter worried. “Uhm he was over for dinner last night, uhm, yeah.” 

Now Tony looked confused, but Shuri looked sorry. “You are Mary’s son?” She asked.

Peter nodded, realized he’d dropped the tapestry that probably wasn’t supposed to be used as a blanket, and glanced at it. 

“Is that the new tapestry?” She asked walking towards Peter.

“Musa ukumothusa Shuri.” T’Challa said.

“Udiniwe wayeka ukuyibamba. Besides I want him to show me what he’s doing with the cooling stuff. It’s confusing.”

Peter stared at her as she picked up the blanket and placed it around him. She spoke quietly to him. “It’s normal to wear it like this and hold it, don’t let Pepper hang it up on a wall. You American’s do silly things like that sometimes. I packed the one Nakia made me after my father died. It’s okay to want them close.” 

Peter was overrun by emotions. 

Shuri didn’t seem to notice as she grabbed his hand and dragged him to his workspace. “Now show me what you were doing with the carbon chains here because that’s oddly biological for a coolant isn’t it?”

Peter looked at the part of the notebook that she was talking about. 

“Uhm,” He reread the notes from half an hour ago, happy to be talking about work. “Yeah it is, but I’ve seen carbon chains used for strength and durability before. The only problem I’ve had with them is that when they remain in a dissolvable, non-living form for too long they tend to dissolve. I was fiddling with the properties up here, seeing if I could find a solution to that, but nothing had worked yet. I was going to come back to it later.”

“Where have you seen it work before? I’ve never seen carbon chains used like this.” Shuri asked as her finger trailed further down the paper.

“I work with spiderman’s webbing sometimes,” Peter tried to be casual about the way he said it. As though it was part of his job and not something he’d created.

Shuri however had no problem showing that this was not something casual. “Wait you’ve met him!” She turned to T’Challa who looked exhausted by her antics, “Have you met Spiderman for real? Like the real life spiderman? And you’ve worked with his webbing before? Is he like twitter user real-spidey-five-seven-zero-three-six-zero-capital-b-”

“Do you have it memorized?!” Peter asked.

“Do you not?”

“I mean I do but, I- I don’t know anyone else who does.” This was a lie. Ned did. (So did Flash.)

“Does that mean that Spiderman actually does control that account holy shit do you know what the numbers mean, please, please tell me you know what the numbers mean!”

“I-” Peter stumbled. He ran the account. He was @RealSpidey570360BC02C1a5664D7. He knew what the numbers meant. He did not want to talk about the numbers today. “I don’t really talk to spider man much, more of a sciencey guy. Uhm, I don’t know if it’s his account but I do follow it extensively.”

“Which account is this?” Tony asked.

Peter forced himself not to flinch at Tony’s interest. To his delight, Shuri seemed intent on ignoring anyone over twenty in the room. “You follow him too! Oh my gosh! Holy crap! I think he’s so cool. And if he isn’t spider man then he definitely knows spiderman. Also the side account @guyinthechair. Much easier to hack by the way. His firewalls were crazy but I got a location. He exists, and is in queens. But that’s not as public of knowledge. He’s super cool too but because of the hackability I’m pretty sure they’re not the same guy.”

“You got his location?” Peter tried to sound amazed but really he was just worried for Ned.

“I did. I got New York area and assumed Queens, which is dumb and probably wrong, but I’ve kind of romanticized Queens a bit in my head. When I heard my brother was going there yesterday I almost made him take me so I could go looking for spiderman.”

“We were trying to be quiet about our presence Shuri. We visited families who knew Baba. Spiderman is always drawing attention to himself, you would not-”

“I know why I couldn’t talk to spiderman, it’s fine. Spiderman wasn’t out yesterday anyways.”

“And how do you know that?” Tony asked. He seemed to have about a thousand questions and had started getting worse at hiding it when Shuri mentioned Ned’s twitter account.

“Well for starters, there’s about a thousand twitter and reddit accounts dedicated entirely to Spiderman sightings. Second, @spideyforreal would have tweeted something, because he seems to either be spiderman, or follow enough blogs to know to tweet when Spidermans had a night out. Third, I’m obsessed with spiderman and he doesn’t normally go out on Friday nights so no one really expected him to do too much if anything. We don’t know why. Just like we don’t know what the numbers mean!”

“Any other weekly patterns I should know about? I’ll tell Spidey to vary it up a bit more.” Tony kept a surprisingly even voice. Peter only knew he was stressed because he’d seen a truly relaxed Tony before.

“Tons, I can send you some graphs on it if you’d like. They’ll all have x- axis too if you know what those are.”

“What?” Peter asked turning to Tony.

“Shit, I-”

“He showed me a flight length to firing numbers graph without an x axis.” Shuri beat Tony to it.

“I'm still gonna blame Friday for trying to sabotage me. Actually no, I think it's a blame Peter kind of day. You did this on purpose, didn't you?" 

"Yep, thought I'd make you look dumb," Peter joked, both he and Tony knew that Peter had no access to those files.

"It's not like it's hard." Shuri smiled, "but that's not the point, what else do you know about Spider man? You said you worked with his webbing? Does it come out of him or do you manufacture it, and if it comes out of him then are you able to replicate it later, or do you have to take samples?"

"Christ there's two of you," Tony muttered.

"It doesn't come out of him," Peter answered, "He created the webbing and the shooters on his own before he met Mr. Stark, and then with a bit of my help has been perfecting more ways to use them."

"Do you help him stick to walls too?"

"No, that he does on his own."

"That one you can feel if he's stressed too," Tony added, "He has trouble turning it off sometimes and accidentally sticks himself to surfaces and handshakes. It's amusing."

"He can stick to human skin? Well I guess after glass it's not that bad. Vibranium can be polished to be smoother than glass sometimes though, can he stick to Mr. America's shield?"

"Captain, Shuri, Captain America." T'Challa corrected.

Shuri rolled her eyes, "Can he stick to Captain America’s shield?"

Peter had no idea. He turned to Tony, "We never tested that."

Tony thought for a second, "He held it for a bit in Berlin when everything went South but I never asked if he stuck to it I guess."

"Other things were on our mind in Berlin." T'Challa agreed. "Speaking of, we should be going upstairs for our meeting in a moment. I would like to formally introduce myself to everyone before the meeting begins and your Secretary joins us. I would also like to explain the situation regarding my sisters patient in more detail with Captain Rogers if possible.”

Tony gave a tight nod, “That sounds like a plan.” He looked at Peter and Shuri. “You okay if these two stay in the lab?”

“It is your lab, but I trust my sister on her own in our labs every day. I do not think she would do anything to put bring you or Peter harm.” T’Challa’s voice had an edge of warning towards his sister.

“I might ask Peter a thousand questions about Spiderman, but I will not blow him up.”

“That’s okay,” Tony began to walk out of the room with T’Challa. “The kid can match your questions. Peter she’s got nano-tech.” With that he sauntered towards the elevator with T’Challa close behind. “Oh and Peter text me the number behind that spidey twitter account. If it’s his I bet I can crack it. The guy likes changing the base around on me in our file names, and I know which numbers he prefers.”

Peter swallowed thickly and tried not to look nervous at the idea of Tony getting his twitter code. Right now only Ned knew what it meant, and even that took a while.

“Do you think it really means anything?” Shuri asked.

“So you’re just gonna pretend he didn’t just say that you invented nanotech?” 

“I’ll show it to you while we start running through different bases for this spiderman code. Come on, it’s a fun puzzle and I never cared to try much other than scrambling around the Hex code. If it’s in base 14, or 15, or if the letters are just distractions, then we’ve got a whole new problem coming on.”

“I’m not great at doing base calculations in my head,” a lie, “And there is no way I’m running out base calculations instead of learning about nanotech while you’re here. Also, I can probably show you some of spiderman’s webbing if you want to see it. I can’t tell you how it’s made because Tony’s still working on how we’re supposed to go about patenting and creative licensing with a secret identity in the mix, but you can mess with it if you want.”

This satisfied Shuri for the time being. They spent a lot of time playing with the nanotechnology of what Peter could tell was supposed to be part of Black Panther’s suit. Peter took notes of all the properties she talked about, and how they are linked together. Threw a few ideas at her about how to make it softer using a more velcro like grip, and using some basic biology and cell movement tactics to allow for movement between nanites. 

She discussed how the vibranium had yet to work well with biological particles on a nano-level which surprised him into asking for a vibranium sample.

“Don’t tell Tony,” She whispered as she handed him several vials with vibranium rods. “He’ll get jealous, as I only gave him one.”

Peter smirked. “Friday can you keep that between us?”

“I won’t tell Boss unless he directly asks how much you were given Peter.”

“Thanks Friday!” 

“Alright now show me the coolant!” Shuri moved back to Peter’s notebook where the made some progress over the next several minutes. They worked through the ideas that Peter had been working through. Some Shuri shot down after a few moments of looking, but most of them Peter had to walk her through large parts before she caught onto where he was stuck. Both of them greatly enjoyed the company of someone who could speak in science and knew what a meme was.