"No! I'm eight!"

"Can you imagine the sort of things the first Miracles got up to, before there were adults who could reign them in?" 

"...I guess. No, I don't wanna be a criminal, I wanna stop the bad guys."

"And the world breathes a little easier. So, Zaneta tells me you can conjure actual matter?"

"Yeah." He looks around. "Is this place secret enough? Or, like, will people not hear us?"

"Hmm, if you promise to be open with me, will you be comfortable continuing this conversation in a testing chamber? For safety reasons, they're fairly impregnable."

"Yes."

Jeanette 2 picks up the clipboard 1 was writing on, and strides out of her office.

He follows.

They eventually reach a stark looking right room behind what looks like a steel door. It is furnished with a small table, and one chair.

He walks in, looks around, and promptly makes a more comfortable chair for himself.

Jeanette sits in the original chair. "Well, I suppose that answers whether your creations have any solidity." 

"They do," he says, making himself comfortable.

"Since you've been staying with Zaneta for about twenty four hours, I assume you've met Maurice. What makes you believe your creations are not air like his?"

"I can make things that make forcefields."

She raises an eyebrow. "Can you show me such a device?"

"Sure. How large?"

"Small enough to fit on the table, preferably."

He reaches under the table and gets a small futuristic-looking box with a button and a little screen. He presses the button, the screen is filled with gibberish, and a forcefield appears, surrounding them.

"Is it safe to touch the field?"

"I can make it be safe." He turns the button which turns out to be a dial, the forcefield crackles a bit, then settles on something that looks like particularly lively blue glass.

"Ah, so you understand the object's functionality?"

"I made it, it works the way I want it to work!"

"Have you ever tried to create something and failed?"

"Kinda."