"Nice to meet you to, and thank you! Oh, and I destroyed every part of the mind control egg I could find and if you see any further shreds of its influence anywhere at all I've made it my personal mission to obliterate it from existence," she adds, cheerfully.

“Oh, that’s awesome! I did some destroying of the egg too, y’know. Not to brag or anything, I’m pretty sure I did a lot less than you did, but. I was the main person bringing down the cult, teamed up with Quackity and everything, it was kind of a big deal.”

"Nice! Actually that probably helped a bunch, I'm not entirely sure what I would have done with a mind control cult being all... hostagey around it. Instead it was just me versus egg. So thank you!"

“Thank you, thank you. Just glad I could help, really. —How’re your wings doing, Phil?”

He stretches them. “Pretty pog. I’ll have to try flying again later.”

“That’s good, that’s good. Well, Yvette, let me know if you need anything, I’ll do my best.”

<Yvette> Hey so turns out I can totally regrow limbs for people. Would anyone else like this service?

“Sure, you can stare at the animals. Just try not to hit ‘em by accident, people keep doin’ that and it’s really annoying.”

<Ponk> that’d be cool!

<Yvette> Okay! Give me coordinates for where to meet you and I'll be over in a bit.

<Ponk> 513 / -252

<Yvette> All right, be there soon.

The polar bear is named Steve! He huffs at Yvette. 

“Would MLG work for your purposes or is that not comedic enough? —An MLG is when you place down water right as you fall, so that you don’t take fall damage.”

"Oh, and that's enough to prevent getting hurt? Neat. But no, that doesn't sound funny and inexplicable enough. Why do I even have absurd bullshit powers if I can't just completely confuse random bystanders?"

“You could always use them for farming potatoes.” (Phil laughs.)

"Only if I can frighten people with my dedication to the potato farming craft! Now if you'll excuse me I am going to empirically test how fall damage works here."

She finishes looking at Steve the polar bear (all information has been permanently recorded in her mind for later perusal), then teleports ten blocks into the air. She.... is hovering in mid air again.

"Oh. Hm." In retrospect, this was predictable. Uh. Is this like a video game glitch? Does she undo it by hopping? She tests that, and gravity abruptly decides to start working again. "There we go. Wheeeee!"

crunch.

".... ow."

“You sure you don’t want to put some water down, that sounded like it hurt.”

"It did! The egg was way worse though." So was being shot (twice), but if she says that it seems kind of passive aggressive, so she doesn't. "Hold on, this looks easy to fix..."

She fixes her vessel, then teleports herself ten blocks into the air to try again. This time, there is no sickening crunch sound. Yvette gives a happy hum, then bounces off to look at a fox.

"Hey while I'm here do you want me to, uh. Help make your cows less... incredibly crowded? I'm a little concerned about their living conditions in there."

Practically speaking, she thinks she's most likely accidentally gone into an actual video game or some sort of simulation, from how tidy the structure of the world is and how there is some obvious video game logic going on in the background, but. She does still care about the internal lives of digital animals. As long as it's not clear how much of an internal experience they have, anyway. With ultimate power, she doesn't see a real reason not to be thorough.

“Oh, uh, those are actually Ranboo’s cows. Soooo, uh, might want to ask him.”

"Oh. Okay. I'll wait, then." (She begins staring at some of the cows in question.) "So, no objections or firm warnings if I resurrect all of the dead people on the premise that the afterlife here seems horrible? My list of dead people is Schlatt, Mexican Dream—is that really their name? that's so dumb—and uh, apparently the ghost of Wilbur that had been running around here for a while."

“Nah. Never really talked to any of them except Ghostbur, and he was nice, no complaints.”

"Okay, just making sure! And would you like to have a designated teleportation spot for your lovely middle of nowhere home, so you know where to expect I'll show up when I inevitably come visit again? I acknowledge that I'm terrifying so I want to take steps to be something comparable to predictable."

“—Well, if you’re being friendly I don’t mind you teleporting here, and if you’re not friendly then you probably won’t be obeying requests.”

“Here’s fine.”