"You know, sometimes I wish I could fly," you audibly wonder, flipping through the channels in the common room.
"What? Why?" Sam scoffs, reaching across the large bowl of popcorn between the two of you to take the remote from you.
"I dunno," you shrug, holding the remote just out of Sam's reach. "I just think it'd be cool."
"Because having powers isn't already cool?"
"But I think flying would be really cool."
"There's a literal cartoon about a kid with your powers," Sam deadpans, an increasingly annoyed look on his face as he tries for the remote again.
"I'm not seeing your point."
"Flying is my thing," he states. "Stick with your own gimmick."
"Fine," you deeply sigh, your shoulders slumping. The silence remains for a moment, but then you break it again, "Hey, Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I have a cartoon?"
"No," he huffs, finally grabbing the remote as you're distracted. "But maybe someone will write a book about you or something."
"Yeah, okay," you mock in clear disbelief. "Who would read an entire book about us?"
*insert fourth wall break*