Feminist Stone : Turkey

"Yeah," said the newly restored male Jon. Let me try something else. "I wish we had a turkey sandwich." And in a blink of their eyes a gormet turkey sandwitch appeared on a china plate infront of Karyn with a pickle and some garnish. "Not seeing anything wrong so far. Maybe you just messed up the one wish...or two" Karyn said picking up the sandwhich, and taking a bite. "Oh god this is good. Jon you have to get one of these" "Well, I did say 'we' on that one, but I can wish up my own." Jon gripped the stone, "I wish I had a turkey sandwhich" In the same amount of time it took for Karyn's sandwich to appear, a similar one appeared in Jon's lap. But without a plate, or pickle. The meet as clearly spoiled and smelled rank. "Ok," Karyn started before taking an other bite of her perfect sandwhich, "Maybe the stone just doesn't like you." Jon took his sandwhich and tossed it in the garbage and closed the lid to keep back the smell. "I don't get what went wrong there. It was basically the same wish" Jon vocalized trying to figure out the dilemia. "It could also just be luck of the draw. Or just just likes girls better. It did treat you much nicer as one." Karyn suggested. "It's a rock, I don't think it has a preference." Jon started, "Then again it is magic. Well what else should I try?"