She snorts a breath through her nose. "That's not small. That's still a building." There's a little bit of scathing dryness to her tone, but she manages to exhale that out in one breath, talking a more understanding tone with him.
"Look. Wish for something small. Something for yourself. A nonmagical item that fits in your hands. If that doesn't work? Yeah, the kid probably can't help you. But don't write them off before you've given them a chance. It's not fair to them, and it would suck for you, if you had an answer right there and weren't willing to stick with it."
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Date: 2018-10-17 10:31 pm (UTC)"Look. Wish for something small. Something for yourself. A nonmagical item that fits in your hands. If that doesn't work? Yeah, the kid probably can't help you. But don't write them off before you've given them a chance. It's not fair to them, and it would suck for you, if you had an answer right there and weren't willing to stick with it."