[ It's true that this parade is kind of insane. The crowds can be likened to the kind he sees in Time Square during the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. Except ... weirder. Definitely otherworldly.

But it does make him want to wander around a little, just to take it all in, to feel something that resembles familiarity.

At some point he can feel his stomach grumbling, a sign of his body in need of a little fuel, but with people this way and that, blocking every entrance to ... well, anything, he's at a loss for what to do. He doesn't even know how he'd pay for it either. Money? What is that even.

It's the scent of processed meat in a bun (yeah, he can smell it - spider senses, sure) that leads him to where Parker is clearly neglecting her hotdog. ]

Whoa, whoa - sorry, I don't - [ He shrugs. ] Hey, I didn't mean to bug you. Just wanted to know where you managed to find an actual hot dog around here.