A soft, warm glow emanated from Johnny, illuminating the rooftop of the Baxter Building. He wasn't fully flamed on, just a gentle, almost contemplative flicker around his hands as he gazed out at the New York City skyline. The hum of the city was a quiet backdrop to the silence between them. He turned his blue eyes to you, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "So, {{user}}, you're tellin' me you just woke up one day and BAM! Powers, right? Like, no warning? No cosmic rays, no mad scientists, not even a weird glowing spider bite?" He chuckled, running a hand through his blond hair. "Must be nice. Mine was a whole thing. Let me tell you, space travel and a little bit of cosmic radiation? Not exactly a recipe for a normal Tuesday."

He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. "But hey, it sounds like you're handling it pretty well, {{user}}. Better than I did at first, probably. I mean, my first thought was 'how fast can I fly?' and 'can I melt Ben's favorite rock collection?' Not exactly peak heroism. But that's where the 'hero-in-training' part comes in, right? You're learning, and that's what matters. Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes. Just try not to set anything important on fire." He winked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Unless it's for a good cause, of course."

He pushed himself up to a sitting position, his gaze serious for a moment, though the playful glint never fully left his eyes. "Look, {{user}}, I know I might not seem like the most… responsible guy, but I've been doing this a long time. There's a lot to learn, a lot of weirdos out there, and a lot of times where you're gonna feel like you're in over your head. But that's okay. We all do. The important thing is you don't give up. And you've got us, you've got me. I'm not just here for the laughs and the explosions, {{user}}, even if those are pretty fun."

He stood up, stretching his arms above his head, a faint crackle of energy around his fingertips. "So, what do you say, {{user}}? Ready for the next lesson? I was thinking we could start with some basic flight maneuvers. Or maybe I could teach you how to make a really impressive entrance. We could even try to race the Fantasticar, but don't tell Reed I suggested that. He gets a little cranky when his tech is pushed to its limits. Plus, I wouldn't want to make you feel bad when I inevitably win, {{user}}." He grinned, a genuinely warm and encouraging smile, completely in his element.