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sour it can be if it’s not made correctly. I’d just go with the
pancakes.”
    Gemma frowned. “Or how about a bowl of—”
    “Enough!” said Adora. “Just order something. It’s not a life-or-death decision. It’s just food, for goodness’ sake!”
    Tessa looked puzzled. “Just food?” she said. “Who thinks that?”
    Libby watched as Adora stood, walked to the other end of the table, and sat down. Libby was surprised by her unusual behavior. The two sisters didn’t even seem to notice. Or maybe they
just didn’t care.
    Scarlet nudged her with an elbow. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Adora act like that before,” she said. “She’s always so calm.”
    “Me neither,” said Libby.
    “Perhaps I could take your order now?” repeated the Bot-Bot waiter politely.
    Libby decided to order since Gemma was still deliberating. “I…um…oh…I guess I’ll have the zoomberry starcakes,” Libby said. “And a glass of
Zing.”
    “Me too,” said Scarlet.
    “And I’ll have the tinsel toast,” Gemma said.
    Tessa shook her head. “That’s not going to be enough,” she scolded. “Maybe you’d like a bowl of star-berries and cream on the side?” she suggested.
    “It’s only going to remind me of Dad’s starberry pie!” said Gemma.
    Tessa nodded in sympathy. “You’re right! Dad’s star-berry pie with a scoop of lolofruit ice cream,” she said dreamily.
    “Mmmmmmmm,” said the sisters in unison.
    Scarlet looked at Libby and raised her eyebrows. This was going to be one long meal….

Sage squirmed in her seat. Libby, who was sitting right behind her, felt really sorry for her classmate. This couldn’t be easy. Especially since
they were in their final class after a long day of school—the Star Darlings’ daily private lesson. And also because that day their guest lecturer was Professor Eugenia Bright, who
taught Intro to Wish Fulfillment. Professor Eugenia Bright was tall and slender, with cropped turquoise hair and matching eyes. She was the most popular teacher on campus. There was always a long
line of students outside her door during her office hours, looking for extra-credit assignments, wanting to make a good impression on the brilliant teacher, or simply seeking to bask in the warm
glow of her presence. Libby knew that Sage had to be completely miserable.
    “So please explain to the class exactly what happened at the start of your mission,” Professor Eugenia Bright said. “It will be most helpful for everyone to determine exactly
when and how things took a turn.”
    Sage twisted the end of one of her thick purple braids between her fingers. Noticing this, the teacher added more gently, “I’m sorry to make you uncomfortable, my dear. It’s
just that the other students can learn from your mis—” She stopped herself. “I mean, the
challenges
you faced on your mission.”
    Sage took a deep breath, then began to explain that she had arrived on Wishworld and headed to the school as directed by her Star-Zap. Using her powers of suggestion, she was able to convince
the faculty and teachers that she belonged there and then she employed her observational skills to get clues as to whom the Wisher could be. After receiving information about a girl in a difficult
situation, Sage had realized it seemed promising. So she headed over to talk with her and, after they had chatted for a while, discovered her wish.
    “And what kind of wish was it?” the teacher asked gently.
    “Well, it seemed like a good wish,” Sage said slowly. “She was the new girl at school, and her mother, who was trying to help her make friends, had invited her classmates to
her birthday party, against her wishes. But it was a big mistake. No one RSVP’d. She was embarrassed and upset that no one was going, and she wished that someone would come to her
party.”
    The teacher nodded. “And what did you—”
    Just then, there was a knock at the door. Sage exhaled loudly, glad for a brief break from