"Thank you." She waits until he she's done talking to him, and then if he doesn't have any questions, she makes sure the peanut plant is totally gone and puts her wings back on.

Daz is startled, but watches warily instead of running away.

Alright. How high can she fly before 1) the air gets thin enough she has trouble breathing or flying, or 2) her danger sense kicks in? And how low does the gravity get, at that point?

The air doesn't thin, and nothing up here seems dangerous. Gravity cuts out altogether when she's about thirty feet up.

Wow, flying up here is pretty amazing. The view is great, she can do crazy maneuvers in the low-to-absent gravity, it's a pretty good time all around. Are there any other planetoids close enough that she could theoretically fly to one unaided? 

Sure. It might take two or three hours to reach the nearest.

That's kind of a long time to be gone; once it's clear that she could get there and that there's going to be breathable air all the way, she turns back around. She's back where the left Daz and Sovi an hour or two after she left.

Then she's going to swoop in on Sovi with her face planted on Daz's crotch; his eyes are closed and neither sees her coming.

Nope nope nope back to the interplanetary void with Margaret. She can try again in another hour. 

While she's up there: Is that incest? Depends how genes work when people are creating each other out of nowhere, also, time to think about something else. Like ways of using her powers to make clothes. She should at least be able to make grass skirts. Really the bottleneck is her own lack of clothes-making skills and understanding of machinery; she could grow plenty of cotton if she knew how to spin and weave it. Making felt is probably easier, but she doesn't know what the steps are there. She really misses the Internet, and also her parents and her coworkers and wow she is literally alone in the void light-years from home, this sucks.

Eventually it's been long enough that the other two are probably done with things that require privacy, and she cautiously descends again.

Daz is sleeping and Sovi's gathering bits of wood.

Much better. Though they still both need clothes. "Hello Sovi," she says, quietly enough not to wake Daz.

"Hello."

"You were right, the air goes all the way up. It should be easy to fly to another round. This part of the sky is all alike; sailing will not bring you to civilization."

Her last sentence echoes with obvious magic. She looks surprised, then crestfallen.

"Oh. I guess that's a non-starter. Um, my magic tells me things like that, sometimes."

"Your magic is very strange," Sovi says.

"I suppose it would be, if you're not used to it. The magic here is pretty strange too. Can you make people too, or is that just Daz? Don't actually try it."

"- I can make people if I want to," says Sovi, sounding slightly affronted. "Everyone can. No one put you in charge."

"Sorry, I wasn't trying to order you around. I just meant that I wasn't asking you to make anybody. I don't think I can make people, unless coming here made it possible somehow. And even if it did I wouldn't know how to try."

"It's not hard."

"Well, I can try to figure it out if we need a fourth  person for something. In the meantime, I think I can make you some clothes. Nothing fancy, unfortunately, since anything that isn't organic disappears if it moves away from me, but I could at least get you a grass skirt or something."

"That doesn't seem important compared to more food."

"I can do more food first if either of you are still hungry, but there's no reason I can't do both eventually."

"How quickly can you do food? Daz didn't see you make it."

"I'll show you." She takes her wings off again, wincing, then de-scales a patch of forearm and puts the peanut plant back, crowded with peanuts.

"Can this feed us all?"

"I can make them as fast as I can pick them, which should be faster than three people can eat. And if we bury some, and they turn out to grow in this dirt, we can get more that way, too. The problem is going to be variety--I can grow lots of different plants, but unless we build a way to prepare stuff all we can get is things that are edible straight from the plant." While she's saying this, she's pulling peanuts off herself and sticking them in her pockets.