"No."

"Was that the power my counterpart saw the little winged one using? He assumed Epic had been fetching it from other universes but since it appears we do have access to all of our neighborhood..."

"Little winged one actually has an inferior variant power based on a better original but he isn't fetching it from other universes either."

"Well. That would be quite sufficient. There's no limit at all?"

"Only of rate of speed of production of matter per producer. Planet-in-a-few-weeks kind of rate. If they all wanted to hang out producing planets all the time, which is a taller order."

"And other people cannot obtain this power?"

"You could get little-and-winged's version, possibly."

"That would solve all of our problems very neatly."

"Scion can't, he's spent his wish, but if that's what you want to do with yours you can schedule a time with Gem."

"I would like that dearly."

"I'll let her know."

"Thank you very much."

"You're welcome."

And her avatar vanishes.

Epic clings to Boots.

So much hug.

"I missed you a lot it's so hard to figure out what to do even though I'm really smart."

"I got all your letters and you did a very good job and I'm so proud of you."

Hug hug hug hug. "I promised some people I'd resurrect their dead parents and stuff."

"Well then, I'll requisition a magic rock, shall I."

"Yeah. And -" and he bounces her everything that happened after he stopped being able to move, in Chicago - "he wanted to meet Loki. Would Loki like to meet him."

"Uh, I can ask. Although she can't do Tesseract stuff there."

"Awww, then that's no fun." Cling. "I was so scared - if they'd known what they were doing they could've -"

Squeeze squeeze squeeze.

"It's not a very nice Earth."