"Well, yeah. But I don't think we should use them that much..." Pru's thoughts faded away as she listlessly twirled her spoon in the cereal. She was lying actually - she used her powers whenever necessary, and that was almost every day. Using her power to transform matter into different objects was almost impossible to resist. A lot of times Pru found herself transmogrifying whisks into spatulas when she was cooking and pencils to erasers when she was writing, without even thinking. It had become a habit, and a bad one at that - she almost used it when she had gone to the bank the day before. It would be hard to explain how her wallet could change to a pen or why white orbs appeared with the change, something Pru hadn't figured out herself. She had only learned from her hospital-bound Aunt Paige, who was also a half-witch half-whitelighter, that the globules usually were signs of orbing, the whitelighter method of travel. Could she "orb" the objects somewhere and replace them with something else? That she had yet to find out.

*I do feel a little guilty*, thought Pru, reflecting on her power abuse. She was sure Xan and Julia didn't use their powers as much as she or Drew did. Xan's power to create walls of solid, silver energy and Julia's ability to blast lightning bolts were very effective against the evils they encountered; however, they were nearly useless in their day-to-day living. Unless Xan wanted to block his twin from entering their room or Julia felt the need to short out a light bulb. The latter happened only yesterday, with Julia gushing in embarrassment. Seemed Julia couldn't control electronics after all.

Pru was jerked from her thoughts with a rustling from the refrigerator. While Xan had been busy with his waffles, Drew had snuck in and was looking for his own morning munchies.

"Drew," called Pru.

"Hmm?" answered Drew, his head still hidden by the refrigerator door.

"Don't you think maybe you should take it easy on your powers? You've, like, been using it non-stop for the past three days."

"It's not like we're gonna lose them," he huffed.

"From overuse? How would you know?"

"Asked Aunt Paige."

"... Oh."