"Huh. That means I should be able to find a way to do whatever they're doing. I think."

"Who? Other parahumans?"

"Yeah."

"Why do you think so?"

"Dunno. It seems like the best explanation of my powers is that I can do stuff if someone's already done it."

"Do, or make?"

"Well, make."

"So you won't necessarily be able to not age even if other parahumans don't."

"I guess."

They eventually reach the beachwalks, which are large sidewalks where eight people could walk side-by-side comfortably between the street and the beaches. At this time in the morning, the sky is very blue and the air is chilly, carrying the scent of the sea with the breeze. Some people are opening up their small restaurants and cafés and bars that pepper the area, and a couple of people are already in the water to surf.

"Had you ever visited Rio?"

"Don't think so. Maybe when I was a baby? Boots'd remember."

"Do you like it?"

"It's nice. I miss home."

"I imagine you do. But it won't be much longer before we can have you put it back."

Bounce bounce.

"Do you have anything you want to do before you can do that?"

"Go around giving people things?"

"What things?"

"Whatever they want! Clothes and food and little phones and stuff."

"That... seems unwise."

"Why?"

"I'm not an economist, so take everything I say with a grain of salt, but it seems like giving people material goods at a local scale like that might cause some supply and demand problems."

"...if I put businesses out of business, right. Hmm. If I just give out stuff that we don't know how to make ourselves, or sentimental things like if someone lost a picture of a family member..."

"Oh, that would probably work, I don't think there'd be any problem with that."

Bounce bounce. "Cool! I'll do that!"