Fay and Jezebel found Mistress Elsha amongst a pile of clothes.

“Oh dear! I just can’t…” she was muttering. “Who are you?”

“Your fairy Godmother, Fay, dear, and her assistant, Jezebel. Now, you wished for something?”

“I did? Well, I suppose.. hmm, a wish?”
“Yes, dear.”
“Well I guess if I must, I mean, maybe I should, no, then maybe… um, well, not that!”
“Any day now, dear!”
“Oh right! You’re waiting. They call me the Mistress of Well-intentioned Indecision behind my back, you know. I just can’t make up my mind!”
“We could help you with that!” Jezebel exclaimed, brightly.
“Shh! Jezzy! Yes, dear, perhaps you wish for some assistance?”
“Well, I guess, maybe.. maybe it would be nice to be decisive for once!”
“Good choice, dear!” Fay waved her wand.

“I’ll wear the blue, to bring out my eyes! Oh but with the tan shoes instead! And I feel like a chicken sandwich for lunch!” Elsha smiled at her new ability.
“Thank you!” And they were gone.

“Jezzy, that was rude!”
“She took so long! To One Time One Chance!”