"Sure," he said, "but it doesn't come true right away, and you need to be really specific about what you ask for."

Snow took a few steps forward then to stand beside her and look up at the display from where she was standing. Grief and nostalgia weighed heavy in his chest, like a stone anchoring him down. How could he put this without getting too autobiographical or depressing...? The last thing he wanted to do was crush this girl's hopes.

"You can't just wish for money, for example," he said, "because that might just come to mean finding five gil on the sidewalk two weeks from now. I've gotten everything I've ever wished for, just... maybe not the way I wanted it."