You're such a kid.
The thought was amusing and paradoxal, and true. Mally took another dip into her float, humming as she watched the gears in his head turn, and not for the first time, wondered what it would blike for them to have been a normal family. Except they weren't, at all.
"And if any of those fifty show up, I'm dropping him into Limbo," she shrugged, "So you're fine. As for everything else…" Mally chewed at her lip, aware that yeah his ego was probably bruised along with the inability to handle the rapid fire, all encompassing part of the Phoenix. Even at a small amount, she was hard to deal with, and she understood the frustration. The empathy she usually spared for no one was in full effect here, brow furrowing.
"Oh, it is the best of the old guard. That lake scene is my favorite," she hummed, "If you're still here, we can go see it together even. I'll even buy." Her fingers wiggled, and the root beer float grew a little colder. "Though, for you… have you thought of approaching it like, well."
Mally twisted her fingers, and the float in front of her transfigured itself into a more claylike doll. It was two figures, her and Lily. "Lily's got powers. She's hardly a toddler and she's not really verbal in nuanced ways." Mally let the figurine show Lily crying, little objects around her flying and her own doll self, panicked. "So because she can't verbalize it, and I don't want to cheat… I did this."
The figurine self reached over, to touch Lily's head. In an instant, the little objects wavered. Floated down. "I let her keep her powers, but I put a stopper on it. Leaving her with most of everything at her finger tips, enough to make it natural but not so much it's overwhelming." She waved her fingers again, and the root beer float was back. "That could work for you, maybe? You've got a lot more finesse than a toddler, though about the same tantrum."
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