[...what on earth is a 'TV set'? But she'll begrudgingly oblige, nudging herself back to some alcove or another between storage racks and appliances.

Not that it would deter her insistent line of questioning, of course.]

Is this just a matter of behavioral training? Is there some sort of... I don't know, pheromonal communication between you and the rest of them? A hive-mind?

[Before Muffet could even answer, the good doctor was already jotting down notes about the witnessed use of tiny, silk-woven oven mitts.]