"Seems like a lot," Molly said earnestly. Being displaced once was a lot to take on board, having it happen more than once had to be stressful, but Peter seemed to be taking it well. "Things being the same but then being different, it must mess with your head a bit, huh?" It was on the tip of his tongue to ask if Peter wanted to talk about it, if he wanted to bitch about other New Yorks just to get it off of his chest, but of all the people in all the worlds he was probably not the one for Peter to share with.
"Spider-Man?" Molly repeated the name, their face lit up with delight. "That's the greatest thing I've ever heard! I have no idea why no one in my world uses cool aliases, it would make everything so much more fun!" They couldn't quite make the correlation between the blue and red and a spider, but perhaps that's what spiders looked like in Peter's world. Also, the fact that Peter wore a suit - presumably, in Molly's mind, a jacket, pants, and a shirt - wasn't painting the picture of a particularly flexible outfit but if Peter was making it work then power to him. "And no one knew you were you? Seems such a pity," he smirked, his tail swinging happily again. "All the fan letters and proposals you could have received." So many. Peter would have been swamped by them.
But now there were even more questions. "A mutant?" he paused, thinking. "I suppose some people would say that. But sadly I'm not blessed with all of the skills mutants might have. I'm pretty mundane in comparison. But mutants and my people are similarly condemned. We're ungodly, y'know? Which is a really harsh way of saying 'cool'. I don't have a lot of magic I can teach you," Molly added, disappointed. "And it is all used offensively." He paused again. "You don't have any magic? You were out there saving people in your special suit and you don't have any?" Peter was honestly the most enchanting person Molly had met in a long time.
And now he was offering something better than cheese on toast?
The stove was rather more intimidating than the toaster had been. There was more potential for destroying everything. But Molly wandered over to investigate the closest one to at least try and work it out a bit first. There was a dial with a sliding scale beside it, presumably for how firey you wanted the stove to be, which was easy enough, he reasoned. Turning the dial, though, just made the stove hiss angrily. He turned it off again, then looked at Peter expectantly.