Rori looked through the die looking glass. If he didn't have a major crush on Aphrah then he never would have been in this set of circumstance. He felt nauseated again. He popped out. Together he and Aphrah looked at the die. Three. 3 wishes. Standard, typical number of wishes.
"We need to make these wishes work and get out of here! How could we combine 3 wishes? What has 3 elements?" Rori impatiently asked.
"A story? Beginning, middle and end. Maybe we could get to the point where I make dip for the party from tonight. That would take us back home. You can help make dip." Ever positive Aphrah implored.
"Good plan." This is brilliant, Rori thought sarcastically."
They worked on the wish for a while without talking. They didn't risk the chance of saying the wish aloud until it was time. They ended up in their own clothing. They were driving in the mountains heading toward her cousin wedding.
Aphrah indicated a sign pointing to Dolly Wood.
"Dolly Wood!" We need to be home! Rori cried out. This whole situation was starting to wear on his psyche.