Little Rachel suddenly made a new discovery. With some difficulty, she pulled a cartoonishly designed phone booth from her ring, its door bearing the words: "Children under eight prohibited from entering."
The phone booth was not heavy, merely rather large. With her tiny body and little arms, Little Rachel struggled to hold up such a huge phone booth. Her four friends hurried to help, and together they set it up in the middle of the road.
"This is called the If Phone Booth! It can grant any wish made by the caller. Amazing, right?! Haha—go make a wish, and your dad will be back by your side within twelve hours at most!"
Little Rachel looked immensely proud. Ordinary families did not have items like this!
She vaguely remembered Big Orange saying that this item seemed to involve causality, parallel dimensions, and such. But Big Orange never cared about those details, much less reminded Little Rachel about them. Precautions? Did they need those? Just take it and play!
Though their personalities and friend circles differed, showing off in front of others was a trait shared by all three Johnson children. It did not matter even if their parents beat them up afterward. First, they had to show off in front of their friends. The future could wait until later.
Morgan really wanted to ask about the underlying principles, but she could already imagine Little Rachel's answer: she did not know! And she would say it with perfect confidence. So Morgan simply did not ask.
Her attention remained focused on Stark. "Can this thing bring my dad back?"
"Easily!"
"Can it make him spend one more hour with me on weekends?"
"Trust me, that's easy."
"Then can it make him talk properly to Grandpa and Grandma without arguing?"
"...That should be possible