Matt watches the cart's progression in utter fucking delight, squeezing Obi-Wan's arm without meaning to. He doesn't remotely have that level of control over his own telekinetic abilities. He tends to be able to control an object's path or its speed, not both at once.

He laughs, a warm gust by Obi-Wan's ear. "No, I don't think so. Looks like a well at worst."

A quick kiss to his earlobe; then Matt lifts a hand to the dome. Is he like, already 50% planning to fellate a banana? Maybe!!! Meanwhile, the light spell is still active, but now floating above their heads like a contented balloon.