"So you want a ball gown? Lace, tiara, da works?"
"Yeah. I mean, I can't show up at the ball in rags, can I?"
"You spendin' time wit' your family?"
"Um, yeah."
"Good. You should always spend time with your family. Here's
your gown." The most beautiful dress you've ever seen in your
life falls into your lap. It's red with pearls and black ribbons sewn
on at the shoulders, and real gold thread at the hem, and it fits you
perfectly.
"As long as that tramp Cindarella doesn't show up," you tell
Nick, "this ought to be just fine."
Your fairy godmother appears in a flash of smoke.