"Do you think they'll even fly?" Joss asks dubiously, noticing how the wood bends under his fingers from the slightest touch. Really, he would've thought Heaven would have a better budget for their prizes, being Heaven and all.

He slides the wings into the body of his plane, careful to keep his touch light, and sends it on its maiden voyage. It nose dives.

"Hmm, doesn't get much lift. Maybe if I..."

A few quick tweaks later, and the plane is airborne.

"How about that race?"