″‘Okay, I’ll do it first.’ He popped the Moon Rock into his mouth.
‘Feel any different?’ Pigeon asked eagerly.
‘A little,’ Nate said. ‘Sort of tingly. It tastes really good. I almost feel . . .’
He moved to take a step and floated up into the air. He rose slowly, his feet reaching the height of Trevor’s eyes before he drifted downward to land gently on the ground.
′ . . . lighter,′ Nate finished, bewildered.”