"Now - try wishing for paper with the categories of consequence, perhaps?"

Honestly, it feels to Megan that it's gonna do the same thing.

But, sure, why not.

It does the same thing, as expected by Megan, thus not requiring any clarification.

It's now only solar-system sized.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

The medium sized paper piece is undone.

"Screw that. I am going to let them run. And take a breather.

And possibly talk to someone else."

"Best of luck, then.  May the Force be with you."

"Hey, I'm not going away just yet.

We haven't even had our tea!

What's with your use of "Force", anyway? The word doesn't quite parse right for me."

"That's true, we haven't had our tea.  I think it's about done steeping, actually."

She hums softly, consults a timer built in to her arm.

"I think that ought to do it.  And I think I'd like to have my own dramatic revelation, to answer your question - so do watch closely, hmm?"

The tea-strainers are promptly and deftly removed from the mugs, without a single hand touching them.

"This is the Force.  There are many other things it does - predictions, for example, and empathy - but the Force, as something of an energy field woven between all but the strangest living beings in this universe, and suffusing even the most lifeless rock, does have a penchant for 'move things with your mind'."