"Is it a power thing or a real machine?"

"It's a real machine that's there because of my power."

"We have to tell mum."

"Why? We're gonna test my power today anyway."

"I don't think I've ever heard of someone who could do this. Ever."

"Well most powers are unique in my world."

"Same here!"

"The four of you have the same powers."

"Yeah, but that's because we have our mum's powers. You don't see people who aren't related Manifesting the same powers!"

"If you say so."

The forcefield continues crackling around the cube, its generator in Sadde's hands.

"...Could you make robot birds?"

"...yeah?"

"Can ya do it now? I want to try something."

He draws a robot bird from behind the tinker device he's holding.

Moira squints at the bird. "I thought it wouldn't listen to me. Thanks. Now destroy it, it is evil."

He giggles. "It's not evil, it's a robot."

"It is a bad birdie!"

"What happens if you make something you eat?"

"It disappears."

"What if you just ate it?"

"My power doesn't like it when people squint too much at stuff. Tasting stuff counts. It just disappears."

Moira seems deeply disturbed by the "bad birdie". "Kill it, it has no soul!"

"Souls probably don't exist," he counters, and puts the tinker machine on his lap to pet the robo-bird.

"Even if they don't, do they not have metaphorical shorthand descriptions on your world?"

He takes a second to parse that, then says, "Sure, but if it's just a short description of a thing it shouldn't sound bad. When you replace 'has no soul' with 'is unaffected by my power' I don't feel like I need to make my cute robo-bird go away."