Oh, he had found a Red Witch! Those were dangerous. Which was why they were, well, red. It was a warning color. But if Spike wanted the Red Witch of… wherever they were… to be left alone, then she would do that. For now. But if she did something else to Spike, Jeannie would have a difficult time remembering that she was not touch the witch.
“And what do we have for the young lady, in the way of prizes?”
Oh! Spike wanted to reward the little woman!
Jeannie frowned in confusion. Why would he do that? No matter. If that was what he thought best, then that was what she would make happen. Prizes, she mused silently. What sort of prize could he mean? Her eyes traveled over the little woman, taking in her hair and her clothing. Then inspiration struck.
Crossing one arm over the other, she gave a nod so emphatic that her ponytail flipped forward, simultaneously blinking. In the dingy alleyway, under the cold light of the streetlamps, two very large appliances appeared. Complete with giant red bows. Waving her arms gracefully in the usual manner of the assistants she had seen on game shows, she indicated the brand new washer and dryer she had created. Top of the line. For 1966.
With a bright smile, she waited for the little woman to squeal happily, as the women always did on those shows. Perhaps the appliances would make her far less cranky. That was a very clever suggestion from Spike. She looked at him expectantly, hoping that she had correctly guessed the sort of prize he had been thinking of. Oh, she hoped that he had not wanted a new living room set!