'You know what's great about your power?' Freya asked, whirling the drinks in her glass as her face became as red as her hair under the influence. They had just come back from their first joint excursion as Ten Fingers, dealing with a gang that resides outsides of S city, harassing the city's heroes and police and overpowering them with their supply of red, 'Information control is limited by what you can access, but Imagination is limited by nothing.'
'Theoretically a boundless source of power! Practically limited by what I can do...' Imogen replied, glancing towards Freya with her bright eyes, 'A bit of a clickbait, if you ask me...'
'No!' Freya said, shouting a tad louder than what she intended and drawing the attention of the crowds in the bar, as per usual, 'no...I meant...it's limited by what you think you can do, rather than what you can actually do, right?'
'It doesn't work like that...' Imogen said.
