Restorative Powers

is her power level now over 9000?

Wouldn't a baker normally have flour all over their hands to prevent dough from sticking?

Hmm. Didn't the last panel say "pet" instead of "pat"?

He is awakening her inner power.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! they're so CUTE!!!! <3

This is a lovely arc except when I've just listened to the 'Another Round' podcast about black women's hair being touched, and now I'm trying to reconcile super cute moment and innocent Elliot with knowing a lot of women are specifically anti hair touching. But he did get consent first, so there's that!

I wished that happened to my wives hair, when I did that.

please tell me he washes his hands before he goes back to the dough

Nanomachines? Alice Grove origins confirmed.

*pat* *pat* *pat*

First off, I thought they got their baked goods pre-made. Second, Squeeeeee!

For some reason this reminds me of a poem/song from Lucifer's Hammer: I went to take a friggin walk by the friggin reservoir A wishin’ for a friggin quid to pay my friggin score My head, it was a-achin’, an’ me throat was parched and dry And so I sent a little prayer a-wingin’ to the sky And there came a friggin falcon, and he walked upon the waves I said “A friggin miracle!” and sang a couple staves Of a friggin churchy ballad that I learned when I was young The friggin bird took to the air and spattered me with dung I fell upon my friggin knees and bowed my friggin head And said three friggin Aves for all my friggin dead And then I rose upon my feet and said another ten; For the friggin bird burst into flame and spattered me again The burnin’ bird hung in the air just like a friggin sun It seared me friggin eyebrows off, and when the job was done The burnin’ bird shot ‘cross the sky, just like a shooting star I ran to tell the friggin Priest. He bummed me last cigar I told him of the miracle, he told me of the rose I showed him bird crap in me hair, the bastard held his nose I went to see the Bishop, but the friggin Bishop said: “Go home and sleep it off, you sot – and wash your friggin head!” I came upon the friggin wake of a dirty rotten swine By name of Jock O’Leary, and I touched his head with mine Ol’ Jock, he sat up in his box and raised his friggin head And his wife took up a candlestick and beat the bugger dead Again I touched his head with mine and brought him back to life His smiling face rolled on the floor – this time, she used a knife And then she fell upon her knees, and started in to pray: “‘Twas 40 years, O Lord,” she said, “I’ve waited for this day!” I walked the friggin city ‘mongst the friggin ‘alt an’ lame And ev’ry time I raised ’em up, they got knocked down again ‘Cause the love of God comes down to men a friggin curious way But when a man is marked for love, that love is here to stay And this I know because I’ve got a friggin curious sign: Ev’ry time I wash my head, the water turns to wine! I gives it free to workin’ bloaks to brighten up their lives So they don’no kick no dogs around, nor beat up on their wives ‘Cause there ain’t no use to miracles like walkin’ on the sea They crucified the Son o’ God, but they don’t muck with me I leave the friggin blind alone, the dyin’ and the dead But ev’ry day at 4 o’clock, I wash my friggin head!

This isn't even her final form!

This is the first comic in the Health Code Violation story arc.