"Maya's point is that Hayley, Nicole, and Serena shared common characteristics, which probably means they're the same type, and it has something to do with singing and swimming." "And being pretty," Hayley said. "That's not a superpower," Sam muttered. Hayley turned to her. "No? How many times have you gotten into movies for free because you're a tough warrior chick?" "What about me?" Corey said. "What's my superpower?" Silence fell. "Oh, come on. I'm good at a lot of stuff. Right?" More silence. "You're cute," Hayley said. "Well, cute enough." "Fun to be around," I offered. "So I'm...a clown?" "At least you're a cute clown," Hayley said. "Not a scary one." "You're a good fighter," Daniel said. "And you're a good drinker," Hayley added. "You can hold your liquor better than anyone I know." "Uh-huh," Corey said. "So Maya will grow up to be an amazing healer who can change into a killer cat. Daniel and Sam will roam the country hunting criminals and demons. Hayley and Nicole will divide their time between recording platinum albums and winning gold medals in swimming. And me? I'll be the cute, funny guy sitting at the bar, hoping for a good brawl to break out." "In other words, exactly where you were already headed," Hayley said. We all laughed at that, even Corey. We had to. For now, this was the best way to deal with it. Tease. Poke fun. As if we were comparing Halloween costumes. "I'm sure you have powers," I said. "You're just a late bloomer." "Thanks...I think."