"That you would leave. And then never come back." "Come come, that's a terrible waste of wishes. Perhaps you could wish for a sense of humor, that might help." "I have a sense of humor." I hesitate at his skeptical look. "I just momentarily misplaced it, on purpose." He smiles. Gosh I hate that smile. "If you'll let me, I can help you find it." I scoff. "I'd rather (something terrible.)" his eyes grow wide in mock horror. "You do have a sense of humor! It was sitting over in a dark corner plotting my death but humor none the less."