[Muffet catches enough meaning from Guzma's expression to understand that it would be both unkind and unmannerly to ask about it- although she doesn't get the truth of what he's actually implying, monsters having never had the mindset for those kinds of things. The idea of deliberately hurting one's own children is still too bizarre and alien to her, even after this long living around humans, to be the thing that comes to mind.]

[This is probably for the best, as it would only be more frustrating for the Storyteller if they had a furious spider lady asking them insistent questions about whether their island's time-bending properties could possibly bring Guzma's father here so that she, personally, could beat him up.]

[Implications aside, she replies to his actual words with a calm, casual nod.]

So long as you can keep to fighting and not killing, I can accept that.

[While she speaks, she idly reaches down to a gap in the webbing with one hand, gesturing slightly to send down one purple thread that attaches to something and pulls it up with a quiet little snapping sound.]

[She holds it up, revealing it to be one small branch from one of her healthy crop of blackberry bushes, laden with small dark fruits.]

On the subject of looking after your Pokémon, I remember you mentioned to me some time ago that there were some berries on your world that I wasn't familiar with. Do you think these would make an acceptable substitute, for either you or them?

[Muffet knows the value of gold. But as tightly as she holds to it, hoards it... in the end, even she knows:]

[You can't eat gold.]

[Sometimes, other things matter more. And sometimes, a meal can be a peace offering.]