Reluctantly, with some precautions.

After some contemplation, Ernest looked Jessica in the eyes, "I'll do it, with some conditions."

She winced, but it wasn't like she had a real choice.

"What do you want, Master?" Fuck, she had almost forgotten about that verbal tic.

"I don't want to go back to being a nobody. If I do this for you, please give me a chance at being an actual friend. I know I can't **** you to like me by wishing for it, but you are the literal girl of my dreams. I know that you know this because I wished for that girl and you showed up."

He gave her an awkward smile, "Also I would like to make some wishes about Tiffany so she doesn't make things worse for me. I know you trust her, but I can't, especially if I really was to start something with you."

Jessica winced at that, "Can we at least write these things down beforehand? I don't want you changing Tiffany too much. And for god's sake, don't say 'wish' out loud while we're discussing it!"

Ernest fished around for his phone to take some notes.

"And I want to see what you're writing down!" Jessica called from the bathtub.

"Fine, I wish we were sitting side by side somewhere more comfortable!"

Jessica instantly regretted that as they appeared sitting on his bed, her bottom soaking into his sheets. "Master, I didn't mean... okay fine, what did you have in mind for restrictions on Tiffany?"

"Okay so how about something like 'I want for Tiffany not to want something that's bad for me'?" Ernest said and typed the sentence into his notes app, replacing 'want' with 'wish'.

"I don't know, isn't that a bit vague? What does 'bad' mean exactly? Also what about if she wishes something bad for me? Or someone else?"

Ernest pondered that for a moment, "Okay, so how's this: 'I want for Tiffany not to make any wishes to the detriment of other people'?"

"That sounds better. Also make sure the ring stays with her. Oh, and what about that invulnerability thing you wished on us?"

About an hour of brainstorming and editing later, they arrived at a final draft. Ernest swallowed nervously and asked, "So are you ready for me to say all of this?"

Jessica took a deep breath, then nodded, "Hit me with it."

"Okay," Ernest said, before he looked down at his notes and began reading.

"I wish for nothing bad to happen to Tiffany until we see her tomorrow.
I wish that Tiffany had the wound and dismemberment immunity I gave you and myself.
I wish that all three of us would stay in perfect health and never catch any diseases.
I wish that the three of us had an easy time staying on top of studying and school work.
I wish that Tiffany will never make any wishes to the detriment of other people.
I wish for the following to go into effect when I offer Tiffany the ring:

• That she gains full knowledge of your powers and situation, and that she stays a friend to you.
• That she gains full knowledge of these wishes and how they are affecting her.
• That she accepts the offer and puts the ring on her finger after all these things happen."

With each line Ernest read from his notes, Jessica sunk deeper and deeper into his bed, rendering the foot end of his sheets completely unusable.

"I wish my bed remained clean regardless of how much liquid is spilled onto it."

"Arrrrrrgh you Master! No I meant Master! Ohhhhhhh!"

"I'm sorry about that last one, but I want to get some sleep later tonight. How do you feel?" Despite his concern, Ernest couldn't take his eyes off the moaning, writhing, magical cheerleader on his bed.

"It feels... really good..." Jessica admitted, "...but I need some release. Please, I need to be alone."

Ernest couldn't let an opportunity like this pass. He mustered up all his confidence, and managed to spit out, "...or you could let me help you with it? Please, you have no idea how good you look right now!"