"Right." Peter's going to pretend he understands - well, he thinks he knows what she's getting at. Actual, flesh and blood monsters. Sure, that's a thing he can incorporate into his worldview now, why not? "And they're around a lot? Can anyone stop them, or are they just, like - running rampant?"

"Well I fought one, once. He was kind of a dick. Kept robbing banks." Peter shrugs a little, helplessly; yeah, his gallery of rogues did kind of sound ridiculous. Man in a rhino suit, terrorizing people with his fursona. Man who fell into a tank of electric eels, got pissy about the number of Instagram followers he had. Typical Tuesday on Peter's street.