[There's plenty more, you poor boy. She made extra.

She just smiles, though. If she knew him better, maybe she'd just say it was going to be a surprise, but since she genuinely has no context for how well he'd take to that--]

I can't use my constructs - the little blue whatsits I conjure up - to fly, but I can build one hell of a staircase. Straight up, high as you like. We can see the entire city.