How d'you reckon they expect to teach you your power? [Luke was draped halfway off of David's dormitory bed, looking at David upside down as he unpacked. He was doing the thing where he was distracted enough to forget how he was supposed to look, and ended up blurring and flickering about the edges. There were so many new things, here. New concepts.] Nobody else has it, do they? At least America's loads better, now. David! We have to go touring. I'll design you a form to wear, if you want. I think I can manage it without singeing you, even, now that I'm not so hungry.