Mikey followed Jon into the restaurant. His former brother's posterior was now an impressive bubble shape, and Mikey noticed a few of the male patrons eying it with lust. As Jon took a seat, Mikey also noted how his eyes were now distinctly oriental in shape.
As he sat down, Mikey fingered the stone, which thankfully was still in his pocket. He quietly wished that no one but him would would notice any of the changes the stone made, just in case his original wording was too vague. He was considering if he should wish to know of the wishes's current progress, when Jon interrupted his train of thought.
"What?" Mikey asked distantly, focusing back in on Jon.
"I asked what you wanted to eat," Jon explained, his voice now several octaves higher than earlier that morning. "Michael, give me what's in your pocket."
"But-"
"Come now Michael, hand it over," Jon said so firmly that despite his misgiving Mikey handed the wishing stone over to him. The principal turned the stone over in his hand, thinking for just a moment how familiar it looked... "Really now, Mikey, a rock? Seriously, sometimes I wish..."
