The Nightwatcher is confused as to why you want to be now to know what to say in every situation. She gives you some peanuts instead. Your bane is that you are now allergic to broccoli.
I wish to be able to tell the ingredients in food just by looking at it.
Granted. you now have to juggle skills constantly in order to survive. (No, the Nightwatcher has no idea what that means either).
I wish for Allomantic Pewter so that I could recover from my wisdom teeth surgery way faster.