"I don't think my version of fake flying is going to be particularly exhilarating. If I do it right it should involve almost no conventional motion at all. Why would taking Savannah up work better than taking you up? Can you only use her reaction time if you're doing your sensing thing through her?"
"... I suppose I could go up, too. It's not using her reaction time, it's - if something goes wrong she would react faster than I could. But I'd be more equipped to handle it, so - honestly I'll leave it up to you?" Pause. "Plus I was also subtly doing that sister thing where I give you two time alone together."
"We're going to homecoming. We have not exchanged promise rings or anything. I assure you that when I talk about experimenting with my teleportation I actually mean experimenting with my teleportation."
Savannah laughs. She pats Adana on the back. "Awww, sister of the year award for wingma- er, wingwomanhood."
Adana snorts. "Okay, then yeah, I can go instead. Experimenting with teleportation with no ulterior motives, then. Though it's possible to be scientific about things and still get alone time with my sister if you want it."
"Is after school good? They're going to want me to fill out one of those long power registration thingies soon and I'd like to check as few 'don't know' boxes as possible."
"Savannah's welcome to come watch, but I cannot, as we have just seen, haul both of you, and you're my safety net."
"I'm not expecting it to be that visually interesting, but you are free to disagree."
"I mean if it's boring I can just run home, no problem," shrugs Savannah.
Savannah giggles. "I do, it's just - not going to happen, usually. A trip to home isn't going to tire me out, it's like a short jog."
"Oh, lucky. I guess I'm lucky too, I can be one of me for salad and both for dessert?"