At the end, when Jenny has nobly pierced the labyrinth and cut down its maker - she is disappointed to find it was just a familiar.  There's no grief seed; just the satisfaction of another quest done.

She runs her sword over a little patch of grass - it doesn't need cleaning, and wasn't dirty even if it had, but she still likes doing it - and then looks up to see another Kyuubey.

"Oh, looking for a grief seed?  Don't have any; you gotta wait."

:I am not visiting you to acquire grief seeds at this time.  I am looking to arrange for a potential magical girl to contact you, by her request.:

"Oh, huh."  She shrugs.  "Potential?  You talked to her and she wanted to talk to someone less annoying?  But then how'd you hit on me?"

She glances down at her half-empty soul gem, shrugs, and slings her sword over her shoulder.

:You were the magical girl they saw transforming.  I do not and will not lie and say I asked you about this when I did not do so, though my preference as to whether you accept and are available is likely to vary dependent upon factors that are presently unknown to me.:

Maybe she should've looked around before changing?  Oh well; no harm no foul.

"Sure, why not.  Where are they?"

:I will arrange for you to meet the potential that asked to meet you tomorrow after your educational institution closes, if it is necessary.:

"I'm up for it now - why wait?"

Everyone's telling her to be more patient - her parents, her teachers, the Kyuubeys - but there're so many things that can be done now.

:I would prefer you not scare them off.:

She throws up her hands.  This's nothing new either.  "Oh, okay.  You know about any other witches around here I can go hunt?"

:I do not, at present, detect any witches' Barriers within a mile.:

This, too, is normal.

"Oh, too bad.  Guess I'll be going home then."

She jumps to the next rooftop, her skirts billowing in the air for a moment, and then down to the street.

Lila's house is empty when they get there.  She throws off her school backpack, glances at the speaker system, but instead heads for the living room with wall-to-wall bookcases.  "A lot of that's my fantasy and my dad's astronomy, but there's a good amount of sci-fi if you want it.  Or - wishes."

She sinks down on the couch.  "What're you thinking?"

"I'm - not sure.  But my first thought is that - it has to be something you mean.  It has to be something you can wish for with all the power of your heart, if you want it to - count.  And I'm not sure why that is, but...I'm in the habit of trusting instincts like that."

"Of course.  If I get one wish, I don't want to spend it on anything else.  I'd want to wish for... being able to meet challenges.  Being able to be significant.  Being able to see the big story.  Or something like that."

"...I think...Being able to meet your challenges is a very good wish.  That - that no matter what faces you, you will meet it on a field you can win.  ...Perhaps I should wish for that."

"If I'm trying make it proof against something like evil genies, I'd also want to wish to actually have some significant challenges... but the magic cat did say it'd be mostly by my intent... though it said the words also matter..."

"...I will be quite happy if I never have to face another challenge again after defeating the deaths of men and stars."

"Defeating all death!?  Is that a hope, or plan, or -"

"A windmill to tilt at, I think, except that - Sancho Panza - the Incubator - is not trying to turn me away; they're spurring me on."

"... maybe we can actually do something toward that now that there's magic in the world?  At least maybe you could wish yourself immortal and then maybe see what else you can work on in the next centuries?

"- immortal and eternally young, of course; you don't want to end up like Tithonus from that Greek myth."

"What kind of shitty immortality allows you to senesce?  But - Wishing for personal immortality is thinking too small and trying to hammer a screw.  You do not attack the enemy where they are strong; you attack where they are weak."

"Ask the Greeks.  They had all sorts of weird curses like that.  Hey, you know, if magic can make you immortal, maybe there're ancient Greek magical girls and we can ask them!"

"Somehow I don't imagine they visit the middle of American suburbia very often," she quips, "but hey, it's worth asking."

She gets up and runs her fingers over the spines of the science-fiction shelf.  "... What were you saying about science fiction helping choose wishes?"

"Well, have you ever heard about the Three Laws of Robotics?  By Isaac Asimov?  It's - they're things that sound like they're eminently sensible ways to direct robots to handle their goals, that solve their own problems, but...they don't.  Because they're - even though they're driven by the best of intentions, they're not - stable enough, I think, that you can - if you made a wish that everything would be okay, where would it get the definition from?  Would it make things incapable of ever being good?  And that's the sort of thinking I think you need to learn how to do?"