[as steve explains what he wants to do, her magic ceases entirely, and they’re left in the monotone hues of the room as it had been before. his sheepish smile is odd to see, because for once it is her telling steve about something that he ought to learn to do, and not the other way around.

she offers him a smile in return, momentarily, before drawing back.]

You have to imagine it like — a yo-yo. Like there’s always a stretchy string between it and yourself.

[that might help his telekinectic efforts.]

I think it’ll work.

[finally, an evaluation of his thoughts.]

You’ll have to practice, though.