Luke was going to point out that Star Wars was a whole franchise and that it was obviously way better than Batman so that was really a totally different thing, but, miraculously, he thought better of it and kept his mouth shut. Luke absently raised his palm, the heel of his hand remaining on the beach, and deflected the sand, each grain freezing for a nanosecond before reversing its trajectory and landing on the ground close to (but not on) Mao.
The deflection gave Luke an idea and he picked up a small handful of sand and manipulated it between his hands between the small fields of energy he created on both sides. It was difficult to do since it required so much control, but although he lost a lot of sand, he still managed to keep some of it afloat. Which was enough. He glanced back over at Mao in the meantime, shifting uncomfortably at the new tone of the conversation. What the hell had just happened? Why was Mao of all people asking deep, philosophical questions?
"Uh. Yeah. Sometimes." More than he'd like to admit, really, but Luke wasn't about to tell Mao that.