Aziraphale knows how to wrap a scholar around his fingers. Sypha puts two plain glass mason jars on the table and enchants them with the memories of his wishes as he speaks, changing them.

The first jar is bottom heavy and remains transparent, with sediment and earth and vibrant plant life inside. Unscrewing the lid sounds like leaves rustling in the wind. If you were to reach inside the jar, you'd find it quite empty, despite looking filled from the outside.

The second jar comes out looking like an antique inkwell with a lid. Unscrewing it sounds like turning the page of an old book.