"Mmm, I do, don't I?" There's a teasing grin the covers up any of that lingering grief as quickly as she can manage, "It's more fun that way. But fine. Ruin my fun."

She waits for him to get into the sled before answering, working herself up to it-- the apprehension building about just how he's going to react. All bundled up and ready, she meets his masked face when he glances back at her, "I'll have to find one and start saving up some funds to force you to eat it." Or would it be spoons here? She's not really clear on all that just yet.

"And I'm Gwen. The only and only Spider-Woman... in my universe." And she's just going to avoid his gaze and focus ahead of them, giving the reins and smack as the dogs starts off in the direction of civilization.