Peter watched as he fiddled absently with the wrapper. Granted, creepy men offering suckers to passerby was something you had to worry about more in the park than in evil insane asylums (and for kids much, much younger than they were), but considering Brainy's track record? This was ringing all the wrong alarm bells.

"Do you...know this guy?" he asked skeptically. It was probably nothing, but he doubted Brainy even thought to be suspicious of people like that. Complete lack of social skills. The thirty first century, Peter decided, was weird.