"So you're part of this Task Force, huh?" She was pretty quick-witted, at least in that regard.

She paused, trying to think of something she might want to make, to test it out. The chill autumn breeze rippling through the street made her yearn from something warm to drink, and she tried to bend a cup of cocoa, curling her hands around the space it might eventually fill.

To her surprise, the mug appeared - but the cocoa inside was solid, part of it. It still smelled like cocoa, and was still warm on her hands, but completely inedible.

"I think I messed it up."