"So, we have a magic ring!" Becky joked as they walked from the shop.
"Indeed we do! The only question is, my dear, whatever shall we use it's powers for first?" asked George.
"Use your imagination, dear," said Becky, winking.
George decided that using his imagination wouldn't be worth it in the long run and instead starting wishing for a plethora of the most clichéd things anyone could ever desire. Wealth, fame, world peace, he wished for it all and for each request nothing happened. No reams of money. No hoards of fans. People still hated one another. George shrugged.
"Oh, well. That would have been nice, though, eh?" said George.
"Maybe the magic from the ring was in our hearts the whole time?" asked Becky.
They laughed and began to walk down the road arm in arm.
"Hey, you know what I wish now?" asked George, a hint of cheek in his voice.
"Go on..." said Becky, expecting something particularly male.
"I wish..."