She tries lightly scratching her own skin with the claws.

The claws are oddly soft, and the children giggle. 

"I can make actually sharp claws," she says, and now she has sharp claws on her fingers and she finds a wall to scratch.

"Don't scratch Mummy's wall!"

Maurice humphs. "I could've made them sharp."

"I'm just scratching some of the paint you put here off."

"What colour was this room to begin with?"

"Dunno, wasn't paying attention. Is your power permanent?"

"It can last for weeks. Longer if I think about it occasionally."

"Huh. Mine lasts a while after it's not around me anymore but I dunno how long."

Suddenly an exact copy of Maurice appears to his left, except for the rainbow colouring which has now drained from the original.

"Oooh cool."

"Yeah, my skin isn't actually rainbows. It's just what my power does when I'm not using it much."

"Your powers does stuff when you don't want it to?"

"Just that."

"It's kinda why we glow, too," adds Moira.

"Do powers here normally do things people don't want them to do, then?"

"Not really, unless they're passive."

"Sounds kinda annoying but I know what it's like."

"How so?"

"I'm not girl-shaped 'cause I want to, my power kinda works off my feelings a bit. It's complicated."

"Wait, so you've been both?"

"I am both. Depends on the day. Today's a girl day."

"I tried being a boy once. Girl all the way!"

"Why?"

She giggles. "Have you seen what boys look like?" 

"...yes, I am one sometimes."