Yup, bot!

Hooray! ...Bot across town?

As long as no one's observing the spot: bot across town!

Excellent! Generic Glamcopy?

There it is.

Cool. And when Glam comes to they're going to be feeling much better and more relaxed and confident in their power. Ten nine eight seven six five four three two one.

Up!

"...so I take it it worked?"

"Yup. Your power is just fine. You're just nervy and somebody's been trumping or squinting at fight scenes."

"Okay, so it should all be working, now." They try creating a copy, and there it is. "...sometimes my power annoys me so much."

"I don't blame you a bit."

"Having to occupy a certain mental state to use it is..." Sigh.

"Frustrating."

"At least is one I'm reasonably competent at consistently occupying? When there isn't a trumpy power ducking me over? I mean on balance I think it's a pretty darn good power to have even with the downsides."

"Um, yes. Yes it is. You killed an Endbringer with it. It is a good power."

They giggle. "I killed an Endbringer with it, yep."

Hug?

Hug!

Really?

Nnnnggghhh squirmy hug maybe a bit shorter than usual.

Okay. "We should get some sleep."

"Yeah. And have delightful nightmares about the evening."

"If you want the bot to hypnotize you to sleep and see if that helps it can be arranged."

"It... could be useful, yeah," they admit.

"Done. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Thank you. Good night. And, uh, thank your mom for dinner, it was very good."