"You might as well come inside Jon," Sarah beamed as she rubbed her belly, "or I could just wish you in."
"Please don't wish!" Jon blurted out. "Don't wish for anything, I'm coming in."
Jon pulled the window fully open and climbed over the sill into Sarah's room.
He'd never seen the inside of her room before, but it was exactly as he would expect. Sarah's walls were nearly completely covered with posters of pop idols and movie stars to the extent that Jon couldn't even tell what colour the walls were. However, Sarah wasn't as tidy as Jon would have expected. Worn clothes (and underwear, he was embarrassed to notice) were piled in strategic locations around the room and there were several used items of crockery - all evidence of Sarah's refusal to admit her mother into her inner sanctum even to tidy up.
Sarah read the expression on Jon's face, "I let very few people in here, you know. You should feel privileged."
"Thanks, but you know why I'm here Sarah," Jon replied. "I can't let you make wishes. It's dangerous, and it's irreversible."
"Irreversible?" Sarah paused, a fleeting glance of concern on her face. "Do you mean they can't be undone?"
"Not directly, at least," Jon tried to explain. "It's tricky."
"I can handle tricky," Sarah's smile returned. Either she believed what she said, or she didn't believe him.
"I can't let you use that power to screw with Karyn, or me for that matter," Jon tried to convince her. "Because if you did, there might be no way back."
"Well Jon," Sarah raised an eyebrow, "this has all been very informative, but...
