"Even if that's something you could do, I don't think I want to be there either. I would be happy to help her in whatever her projects are but I do have an empire to run at home."
[Hey, Alice, there is a tiny eleven-year-old you down here. He is adorable.]
[He's very curious about what, exactly, you and Micaiah are busy with. We have told him that he should ask you guys and now he's impatient. Can I get an ETA?]
[Well, right now we're snuggling,] he says cheerfully. [Give us a minute to throw some clothes on and make out a little.]
"They'll be down in a minute," Stella reports. "And Alice says awwwwwwww."
"Magic!" says Stella. "Some worlds have it. Mine's one of them. Mutie - is that short for something?"
"We call the power mental opacity and of six four of us so far have had it one way or another... I second the question on the exo? Is that also short for something?"
"...Is that because she's too used to having it, or did she get dealt a worse helping of clumsy than the rest of us?" Stella wonders. "Until I got magic I couldn't walk across a flat surface without finding something to trip on, but there was no technological solution proposed."
"I'm not sure if I was born less clumsy than the usual Bell or if the wings just help me keep my balance. I've always been able to fly straight, but I'm certainly wobblier than the next angel walking... Amariah's the same way, she's always been better in the air."
"Remind me to conjure you some physics textbooks," Stella tells her. "So your world's high-tech enough to give accident-prone kids nifty exoskeletons? That's neat, mine's not there yet."
"So she does have mental opacity like the rest of us - but the rest of us who have it all have magic. Your world doesn't? Except insofar as 'mutant' powers count? Which it sounds like perhaps they should, but sometimes the line blurs a little."