It's what he does best, especially when he's uncomfortable. At least he has the mask on, which makes it easier to push through the awkwardness. Blessedly, Gwen either doesn't notice or knows not to press - though who is he kidding? Peter can't imagine there's a Gwen out there in the multiverse that doesn't know how to clock his bullshit.

"You're already besties with an actual swine, I guess a Fox is par for the course?"

The dogs press in, herding Gwen back towards the sled. Peter watches, cocking his head to the side in confusion - but when he tries to take a step, too, suddenly there's a dog there, cutting off his path. "Uh...we don't have any treats. Are they, like, expecting a tip?"

What? He doesn't know how any of this works. Is it like doggie sled-cab service?