"What? What are you talking about?" Stephie asked.
Jon bit his lip. He hadn't meant to blurt that out, but Stephie's remark had taken him by surprise. "Um... it's nothing. Really."
Stephie narrowed her eyes. "It's not nothing. Tell me."
Jon saw no choice but to try to explain. "Alright, but you first."
Stephie relented. "Alright, fine. You were a story, something Ms. Jenny made up. She had a stone, like the one in the story. I made a wish for the story to be real, and then the stone disappeared and everything got all weird."
Jon puzzled at Stephie's version of events. He knew the stone was supposed to explain the changes it made to people who didn't hear the wish, but nothing like this.
"Well, what about you?" Stephie asked.
"I... er... wished for something interesting to happen," Jon said, realizing it sounding rather simplistic compared to Stephie's story.
Stephie gazed at him, as if she was unsure on what to think about Jon's explanation. Luckily, Jon was saved from further interrogation by Zoe's impatience. "Come on, you two, I'm starving over here," she said, in a voice with enough of the old Zoe's edge to get the two moving.
As they walked back towards their house, Jon took another look at Stephie, wondering not for the first time today what exactly was going on here.
