Nodding in agreement, Rachel stepped away from Finn after one last brush of her lips against his and moved to sit at the table again, picking up her fork.

"You know, great conversation can be distracting sometimes and I'm really great conversationalist."

Shifting a little, she took another bite of her food-- Finn was right, it was getting cold. Actually, now that she was thinking about it, Rachel was curious if that was her power. Knowing when people are special and right about things...

But that couldn't be it. She was going to have a power that was better than that. She just had to figure it out, and ever since Santana had figured hers out... it had been on Rachel's mind.

"Finn... did you ever figure out what your powers are here?"