To his surprise, after Schiller finished speaking, the Spider-Men showed no intention of leaving. They lingered behind his chair, dragging their feet, until Schiller called each of them by name. Only then did they sigh mournfully, drop their hands, and leave dejectedly.
Not all the Spider-Men had come this time. Most of them were the ones more familiar with Peter from Schiller's universe, and they usually had fairly distinctive traits, so they were not hard to tell apart.
Even so, that was astonishing patience. Bruce knew that if so many Batmen were standing before Pride right now, he would only call them all Batman and tell them to get lost. Of course, they probably would not crowd around one person at the same time either. That would have been far too awkward.
More and more dishes were brought out. Today's theme was clearly specialty seafood. It had to be said that Gotham's food culture was quite famous as well. Even people from Metropolis said that the best restaurants in Metropolis were in Gotham.
Quite a few food critics had previously risked their lives to come to this city and sample its delicacies. What attracted them most was that the food culture among ordinary people far surpassed that of high-end restaurants.
Perhaps the harsher their lives were, the more people discovered different ways to cook every kind of ingredient. The East Side was near the docks, and as Gotham's poorest district in the past, seafood had once been the only ingredient its poor could use to fill their stomachs.
Living by the sea did not merely mean using the sea's bounty to survive. It also meant knowing best how to eat marine life, with far more experience cooking seafood than inland people had.
Gotham lay on the American East Coast, in