[There we go. The wish language clicks like a key in a padlock.]
Right.
[Ready for the most mundane wish-granting ever? Because Therion just turns around, goes into the nearest apartment--his own, from the use of the keys--and fills a cup from the kitchen sink.]
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Right.
[Ready for the most mundane wish-granting ever? Because Therion just turns around, goes into the nearest apartment--his own, from the use of the keys--and fills a cup from the kitchen sink.]
Here you go.