I've though about that.

“I’ve wondered the same thing myself.” You reply. “But it’s just like Dak said. Our technology keeps growing, and moral people like us are in the minority, and it’s getting worse. If we don’t spread our dominant, superior genes and teach our children to be just and honorable, then when mankind begins colonizing interstellar space, it’ll still be as savage and corrupt as it is now, or worse. We can’t have people like the ones that put you in your present position in charge when we do leave our species’ stellar cradle.” Penelope sighs.

“You’re right.” she says. “When it happens, we can’t have a government that still allows families to be killed just because someone decides to defend the Constitution in their own way.” You put your arm around her in a friendly embrace.

“The sun’s risen too much to catch anything right now.” You say, taking note of the sun’s position. “But you can practice casting if you like.”

“Okay.” Penelope says, accepting the proffered fishing rod. You guide her hands, showing her how to get the best distance and accuracy in each cast. It would probably be easier to use your powers, but the easy way is not always best. Penelope’s line catches on something. It jerks viciously from side to side as something angrily pulls on it. You use your powers to increase the tensile strength of the line as Penelope fights the fish, as she uses her own power to keep firm her grip on the rod.