Mirajane gave a mischievous smirk.  "Done," she told him.  With a snap of her fingers, a puff of smoke surrounded Paxton.  When he came out, she nodded her head.  "Congratulations.  You are now the greatest lacrosse player on the team."  With a sarcastic enthusiasm, she snapped her fingers again, causing confetti and the sound of applause to appear.  They vanished a moment later.  Jeez, she hoped the kid wasn't [i]that[/i] quick to get his wishes over with.  She wanted to spend some more time outside the lamp before she had to get stuffed back in.  "Care to go see it for yourself?" she asked, hoping to drag things out as long as possible.

What she [i]didn't[/i] tell Paxton, of course, was that she had given him his wish in a... more roundabout fashion.  Oh, she'd fulfilled the terms perfectly: the kid was now the best player on his team.  In fact, he was now the best player in the school.  Because now, he was the only one that [i]could[/i] play anymore.  All the other lacrosse players suddenly found themselves... significantly lacking in their talent for sports.  She hadn't given Paxton any additional skill; she merely took the skill from everyone else.  But why tell him that and spoil the surprise?