Sure, maybe there were a few spider-people that could cook, but not many. Now he was stuck in the cafeteria, actually taking a break, but not really. He was looking at a hologram from his watch as he ate, making sure everything was in order. Maybe he was a bit paranoid, but it's Miguel. He was hunched over, taking a bite from the worst tamale he had ever eaten. Spider-people should stick to saving people and not.... cooking...