Yeah, she knew that one was coming. "Thanks," she says softly. "It's weird, I know. It's called telekinesis...the ability to move things with your mind. Among other things it is what makes me good at my job."

The others she'll demonstrate if and when he asks, but right now, she puts both hands on the table where he can see them, after picking up a sugar-substitute packet and laying it down between them. It begins to wobble, and rises slowly as she stares at it, levitating up to about eye-level for them both as it spins in a slow circle, the result of the crystals inside the waxy paper packet being uneven. "My doing that? Case in point."