Next plot beat says, "Hi there! Welcome to Milliways!"

"Thank you oh are you a vampire? Sparkle-in-the-sun vampire?"

"My reputation precedes me!"

"This is excellent yes! I'm Peter, it's great to meet you."

"Is it! I'm Addy, pleasure to make your acquaintance, what has you so delighted?"

"Your kind of vampire has really cool and enviable powers and just before I came here—well, a while before I came here—I had been talking to some friends about how cool it would be to have a pure upside no downside version of your powers. But I needed to actually meet a vampire like you for that to work and I wasn't really expecting the powers that be to really give me that this early."

"Interesting! How does it work, that you need to meet me?"

"Well, you see, at any time I can discover previously unknown heritage from any type of being I encounter," he says, having memorized the words. "And I get the upsides without the downsides. The thing where half-vampires have enforced sleep schedules? Terrible. So instead I'll just..." And his skin changes, acquiring some of the sheen of half-vampires, the not-quite-glitter. He's already beautiful, so there's not much change there, but the better senses and body awareness and strength and stuff make him change his posture and the way he holds himself. His Quirky And Cute™ body language is still there, though. "Not."

"That's so fascinating!" says Addy, collecting his hand as though for closer inspection.

His main power is delicious. The immediate comparison that might come to mind is blood after becoming a vampire, but this tastes nicer. Unique, in the way humans smell unique; Peter's smell isn't Addy's singer but his taste—or the taste of his power—might be. And despite it being ~unique~ and ~special~ and ~unlike anything else~, if it were like something, it would be most like the smell of a brand-new notebook and the taste of a snowflake melting on your tongue and the feeling of the cool breeze right before a summer rainstorm after a long hot day. But most of all he tastes like potential, a mostly-untapped infinite well of it, a power that could grow into anything and everything. There is nothing he couldn't be, if he wanted to be it and went after it. There's nothing he couldn't do. Maybe not right now, but someday.

Aaaaand it's nearly all of that just beyond Addy's reach. She can taste it, feel it, see it, but she can't, actually, grab it. It's there only to inform her that it's not hers.

There's one bit of it that isn't out of reach, though, a smaller, tamer power that Addy can get to. This one is more recognizable, and Addy might infer (correctly) that he got this power as soon as he became a half-vampire (which, to be clear, isn't itself a power, he just happens to be a half-vampire now). That one tastes like... sprinkles. Sprinkles on top of the explosion of flavor that is the rest of his suite. Sprinkles and lightness and a dream.

How delicious and absolutely frustrating! What is the sprinkles power.

...flight? Seems like it might be flight.

That's a pretty good consolation prize. Suppose she lifts off?

It is incredibly intuitive. As soon as she forms the intention to be aloft, she is.

"—oh! Right! People from your" setting "world have extra magic! Flight is such cool witchcraft."

"It's not mine, it's yours! I'm a mimic. Try it!"

"...a mimic!" So can he just—oh! He can just! "This is awesome," he says, taking off and doing two quick laps of the room before floating over to the bar and settling back down hovering just above a stool.

"Unfortunately that's the only thing I was able to mimic and you've got a lot more going on. I moonlight as a witchcraft tutor, I'd love to help you figure out anything you don't have the hang of, but it's all locked up."

"You know what, that makes sense. The other magic is all..." He waves a hand vaguely. "Meta. It's more about getting more magic than being, itself, magic. Kind of. Terms and conditions apply. I am however interested in witchcraft tutoring, if that's the kind of thing that could help with the power you could touch? How does that work, I thought magic from your world was mostly pretty discrete."

"Well, I don't know who you've been talking to, but an arm is pretty discrete too and some people can play piano and some cannot."

"...huh. What a good analogy. Maybe my sources weren't very good." It was admittedly a pretty bad and shallow set of books (he says about a series that he liked enough to have read in its entirety three or four times). "—oh hey before we get into that are you a fan of the Volturi, are they a thing, are they around?" It's occurring to him that maybe the plot here is "do what the Cullens should've done and overthrow the evil vampire government". He can't say he's opposed to the idea.

"They are not around. I never had a strong opinion on them."

"...so they had been around? Where, uh, are they now instead?"

"Dead."

"—oh! Good on, uh, whoever killed them, unless they're worse I guess. Are they worse?"

"Depends on what you're into. We get along all right."