"Okay, no teasing," Jean said calmly, eying then lifting her wine glass and letting it over Emma's lap. It seemed to have a weight limit; the dream where she lifted cars or planes or any of the other insanely huge objects was still out reach.
So clearly, she was only superhuman to a point. How disappointing. Jean couldn't help the ridiculously stupid smile on her face.
"It's all still new. I really have to focus on it."