"Generous of you," Peter replies, smiling to himself because he thinks Dr. Strange can't see his face and the way he allows a familiar fondness in his expression.

He follows Strange as he directs him to the area of the Expo where they need to be. Peter isn't presenting anything but he is excited to be here and to see what other people have to offer. This feels like the closest experience to a science fair and/or a Stark Expo Thedas has, and Peter finds himself taking comfort in that familiarity.

Peter gets too comfortable while trying to balance too many boxes; he sees and feels the top crate start to slide, and he curses louder than he means to, while trying not to react too fast so as to disturb the other crates. Unfortunately, his movements do just that, so Peter enages his Spider reflexes and sticky acrobatics to catch the various crates and set them down safely, uncaring, for now, as to who might see him.

When he finally sets the crates down, Peter lets out a long, low breath. He rubs a hand through his hair sheepishly.

"Okay, maybe I bit off more than I can chew."