Ben nods confidently. "Yes, I can bring water to you, and some food, so you'll be all right until your mother comes back." They eat meat, judging from those bones, so he has an idea of what this kind of spider likes to eat. Bigger game than your average cobweb-weaver. "I'll catch a deer, and we can eat together."

He's hungry, too, though knowing what he does about how spiders eat he hopes sharing a meal with them won't cost him his appetite.

He's startled when the spiders ask him about names. "You don't have names? Your mother didn't give them to you yet?" Well, there are too many spiders for him to count, so naming them would almost certainly be a process.