[Junior's quiet for a moment as he wanders toward the area of the workshop that sports different textiles. Idly, he picks up a knitting needle and considers the weight and sturdiness of it. So many small objects in this place could do damage, in the right hands.]

I don't know. Someone asked me that once, back home. I told her I didn't have anything to wish for. But now, I'm not so sure.

[It was...confusing. There were so many different things to consider.]

I don't want to do anything until I know for sure what I'd even ask for. Do you think one wish would be enough?