Bounce bounce here's a seat that works with his wings.

"Splendid! So, can you describe to me in your own words what your powers can do?"

"I can make stuff. Stuff I make is permanent unless I want it to go away, then I can just - make it not? It feels like making but then there's not the thing. I also made a crater in São Paulo but I was concentrating on making the city back, I didn't actually expect it to result in a crater until I looked and then it'd all gotten cleared away. I can make some stuff that doesn't exist but not anything at all and I haven't made anything that's obviously magic - like, I tried making a flying car and that didn't work. And I can't do resurrections, I can make people but they don't wake up, I tried a lot of people in New York and I tried things to wake them up and they just wouldn't."

He started frantically taking notes on his computer when Epic started explaining.

"Can you make a thing you didn't make, well, not? I mean, as a primitive action, rather than a step towards making something."

"I don't think so. I could try, if there's anything you don't mind vanishing - I guess I could just make it again if it works -"

Paulo looks around and finds a coffee mug and points at it. "That one. It's kinda sentimental but if you can just remake it the sentiment should also be there, right?"

"I guess." He squints at the mug. He does not teleport it anywhere.

"Hmm... now suppose you wanted to make me a prettier mug?"

He teleports the mug away and makes a prettier one in its place, as close to instantaneous as he can manage.

He beams. "Okay, now can you do the reverse? Bring my mug back?"

That sounds hard so he just teleports this mug out too and makes the guy a new copy of his original one.

"What if you want to make, I don't know, a dead flu virus?"

"I can't tell if it works because it's too small."

"I meant in the mug's place."

He puts a dead flu virus in the mug.

After a second: "Didn't work?"

"Looks like it didn't think the mug was in the way."

"Hmm... What if—okay, no, that's good enough for preliminary. Okay, make me something else, doesn't matter what."

Space Silmaril.

"Wow," he says, after a few seconds of being too stunned for words. "What is this?"

"It's pretty, isn't it? I was aiming for 'pretty light' -"

He blinks at it a few times, then shakes his head and says. "Okay—you made this one—can you unmake it?"

"Yeah." Wistful look. "I don't really want to, though, it's so pretty..."

"Well, you can make a new one later, can't you? More than one, even."

"Yeah." Teleport off.