Lysander let out a tiny sigh as he quickly followed Dizzy out into the sky. these people moved too fast, he thought. He had taken some cookies, but by the time he'd touched them to bring them to his mouth the taste had been leached out by his horrible "power." Eventually, he'd pulled his sweatshirt over his hands and had managed to eat a few that way, but he wished he'd gotten the taste of all of the cookies he'd eaten, not just a few.