Pepper leaned in to watch as Aya made a pair of shoes out of nothing but what appeared to be light. When it was finished, she still looked eager, as if waiting for something. Shoes they were, but identical they were not.

"Uh, do they come in any color but green?" she asks. "It's a good green, mind you, definitely matches your, um, outfit."

Her shoulders slump slightly.

"This is one of those things where it can't be the perfect solution just because it can't be, isn't it?"