Tessa's Uncanny Sense Of Humour

She tilted her head, sipping her wine. "Like… magic?"

He nodded.

Tessa set her glass down, thinking for a moment. Then she grinned.

"Time."

Parker raised an eyebrow. "Time?"

"Yep." She leaned back, crossing her arms. "Think about it. You're never late for shit. You never age. You can fast-forward through boring conversations, pause awkward moments, and rewind whenever you fuck up. Plus, imagine how satisfying it'd be to stop time mid-argument, go take a five-hour nap, and then come back fully rested like, 'Bitch, what were you saying?'"

Parker let out a short laugh, shaking his head. "That's the dumbest and most genius answer I've ever heard."

"Exactly." She smirked. "I'd be unstoppable."

Parker glanced back at the waitress girl still getting absolutely cooked by her manager. Yeah. Time magic sounded pretty fucking useful right about now.