"Yay, flying!"

She learns to accelerate and steers and zips around, giggling.

Flying tag!

Wheee!

Maurice flies up to them in a glowy bathtub. "Oh, you figured out flying?" he asks Carol.

"No, Sadde's helped me with the propeller." She shows him it.

"Hurray, teamwork!"

She giggles and boops him. "Tag, you're it!"

Stan sends Charles flying past them.

Maurice taps him on his way past. "You're it!"

They giggle and fly.

Michael watches from the ground. "Flying is just a rip off of swimming," he says to William and Lily. 

"You're just jealous," says William.

He teleports in front of him. "You were saying?"

"You're just jealous," he repeats, unimpressed.

"Why would I?"

"You can't fly."

"Neither can you."

"Yeah but I'm not complaining."

"I'm not either."

"Uh huh."

"Actually, maybe you could fly by copying upwards?"

"...maybe?"

"Try it!"

"What if I fall though."