Jon picked up his pants and reached for the stone again. "I wish Biff was nicer to me."
All right, thought Zoe. Jon was making it too easy. Even without her interpreting the wishes it could lead to a result that Jon didn't like, since the wish could easily be taken to mean that Biff should like Jon sexually.
It was so easy that Zoe wasn't going to bother. Maybe she should let Jon get what he meant, sort of. "Grant the wish like this: Biff is not mean to Jon because of anything having to do with sex or sex organs. But this doesn't change any other reasons might have for being mean to Jon."
"You wish I was nicer?" replied Biff. "All right. Forget about losing your dick. You're still a loser anyway."
Jon realized that Biff was indeed being nicer--but being nicer about Jon's problem didn't mean being nice. He was the same as always. "I didn't mean it like that! I mean you could be really nice! I... you..."
"Wait a minute," said Biff. "You're what?"
"I... I'm attracted to you. I want you." Jon realized, as soon as he said it, that it would be a big mistake and that Biff would probably get mad at a guy daring to suggest anything of the sort. It would challenge his masculinity.
"Go away," said Biff. It was a clear rejection, but nothing like the angry response Jon had expected.
