Duck cast an admiring glance over the wings. "Yes, it must be awesome to fly!" there was a breathless little catch in his voice. Duck did not consider his powers to be 'cool', although he did enjoy being able to eat so much junk food without gain weight. But flying was quite amazing in his opinion and the wings were pretty too. "How long can you stay up in the air? How high do you fly?" the questions spilled out and he leaned forward, eyes shining, genuinely interested.
He did realise then, that Lance's gift was probably a problematic one because it was harder to hide wings than concussion beams. Was Lance permanently trapped here in Willowbrook? That would explain why he was a little abrupt.
"Um... to be honest, I don't know. It probably would - makes logical sense, right? But the only way to find out is to get stronger and then see what happens," Duck shrugged, spreading his hands out. One of the teachers might have told him what could happen and he wasn't paying attention that day, it happened.
Still he paid attention now, as Lance explained what to do. But his face fell slightly at the number of reps. Not because he couldn't do it, but it was just boring doing the same thing over and over. Duck sighed slightly. "I guess there's no help for it if I want to tone..." he murmured, and then took the weights, doing a couple of bicep curls... awkwardly. "Is that right?"