Paul returned the smile and gave Emma a wave with his free hand; his other was busy raising a glass of water to his mouth. Hopefully they all would want a few bottles of wine during this lunch too. But when his lovely almost-next door neighbor (wow, she was still as cheerful as when he assembled her bookcase for her) pulled out the compact, Paul leaned away like it was a pile of flaming shit.
"You can just keep that over there," he instructed. "Alright, so what's your super power? I don't have any, sorry to say." Well, perhaps none that qualified as traditional super powers. But he made the best damn enchilada lasanga in the world!