Jenny looked pensive as they walked out of class.

"I've never heard of anything like that!" Jenny said. "Wish god's? She IS your wish?"

"I was kind of hoping we had some kind of guidebook," Kyle grumbled. "What do you think she meant about part of my wish not being ready? That I'm avoiding it?"

"That part is easy. Wishes change the world so that what you wished for happens. Sometimes that's one change, sometimes that's dozens. But it's like...like if you were supposed to meet your true love, the wish would make her car break down so she had to walk to work, then your bus would be late, then it would jostle the man in the hot dog costume so he spilled the coffee..."

"What the heck are you even talking about?"

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"Look, EVERYTHING that happens to you is the result of a bunch of other things, right? A whole bunch of little coincidences that just happen to make you and someone else be in the right place at the right time for whatever happens to happen. Millions of things resulting in one outcome. Meeting someone, falling down the stairs, discovering your favorite food, whatever."

"Okay, I think I get that."

"Well, wishes make those happen on purpose. A specific chain of them to result in the outcome you wished for. They WILL change reality, but wherever they can they make use of what's already true. And they CAN'T affect free will, so if they need a person to do something they really have to get creative. It sounds like this wish god keeps setting up all the little coincidences to finish out your wish...and YOU keep not taking it."

Kyle looked concerned.

"I can't think of anything though."

"You probably don't notice you're doing it..."

"No you don't get it. I can't think of anything else I want. Beautiful girlfriend. Great friends, who are as happy as I am through this whole situation, Actual literal magical superpowers. What the hell else could I want? I..."

Kyle was cut off when someone slammed into him, bouncing off his sturdy, magically reinforced frame. He looked down to see a red headed girl staring up at him with sparkling, dewy eyes. The books she'd been carrying were all over the floor.