"Even if you could, why do you think it'd work with parahumans?"

"If it didn't work with parahumans, why would you smell like a powered person either way?"

"Clearly your power's defective, then."

"I don't get you. What do you think is so bad about telling us you have powers?  We all have powers, our mums and dad have powers, loads of kids at school have powers. Almost everywhere in the world is ruled by people with powers!"

"Your logic is very compelling. Too bad I don't have powers."

Evan smiles. "Power fight!" 

And the army of plush charges at the other children.

She starts swatting at them with her sword!

A nauseating ornate chandelier drops from the ceiling, landing on Sadde, which would've probably hurt if it hadn't been Hannah. 

She eeps and blinks when it doesn't hurt. "What."

The chandelier reforms into Hannah. "Foolish ghost, you have been felled by the cursed chandelier."

Martin runs out the room, at more or less normal eight year old speed. "After him," shouts Moira and Stan, almost simultaneously.

Alright, she runs after him, then.

The other four follow in pursuit, along with Evan's hordes of stuffed soldiers.

This is fun. Whee.

After a while, Martin starts running on the ceiling. This hardly seems fair. 

Well she'll just fold her arms and wait for him to get back down.

Evan on the other hand just has his teddies stand on top of each other and pull at his brother's feet.

She watches.

Meanwhile, Stan starts swordfighting with her.

Eep! Parry! Swing! Press the offensive!

"Damn you, girl-ghost, we could catch him if you used your magic!"

"Iiiii doooon't haaaaave pooooooweeeeeers," she insists, and continues trying to hit Stan.

"I could give you powers!"

"...how?"

"I make an elixir, you drink it, you get powers. Hurts a bit, but it always works."

"...I think I want adult supervision for that."