"Dinner," Chavo said. "Shared."

Kabillion's face-screen flickered. "THAT IS EIGHT WISHES. PLUS A TACO."

"THAT IS IMPOSSIBLE," he hissed. "I AM KABILLION. I DO NOT DO 'ENOUGH.' I DO NOT DO 'A LITTLE.' I DO OVERFLOWING. I DO CATASTROPHIC."

Kabillion floated down to him. "YOU. THE SMALL ONE IN THE STRIPED SHIRT. YOU HAVE NOT WISHED. WHY?"

"You have no money. No room. No father. But you have something I have never possessed."

He looked at El Chavo.