A line of telekinesis inched it's way up from under the table, picked up a plate of something that was vaguely similar to potato skins and brought it down. Then it sent it back up again -- because it was the wrong plate -- and creeped around until it got the plate of wings.
"See?"
He sent the plate back up with a few wings missing and then another line of teke rolled up over the table to grab a napkin.
"...I'm never going to get used to this universe being Meatless Mondays forever."
It didn't taste like chicken at all. Not horrible, but not chicken.
"Or being famous. Am I the only one that's getting freaked out by all the attention?"
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A line of telekinesis inched it's way up from under the table, picked up a plate of something that was vaguely similar to potato skins and brought it down. Then it sent it back up again -- because it was the wrong plate -- and creeped around until it got the plate of wings.
"See?"
He sent the plate back up with a few wings missing and then another line of teke rolled up over the table to grab a napkin.
"...I'm never going to get used to this universe being Meatless Mondays forever."
It didn't taste like chicken at all. Not horrible, but not chicken.
"Or being famous. Am I the only one that's getting freaked out by all the attention?"