Cyrus was feeling distinctly outnumbered and not even his pleading look seemed likely to change either of their minds. He did not like this idea, not one bit, and he only hopped he wouldn't be blamed if it went disastrously wrong, as big specific wishes like this tended to go.

"It's your wish. I can only grant it." He said with a sigh of defeat. "But I urge you to think hard. Not even I can predict how a wish will turn out, no matter how it's worded. My magic is...funny like that."