"WEll, like I said, I'll try anything at least once," Genie said with another smile. Directly after the moon aside, she was a graceful mover, and dancing wouldn't be that hard, she suspected. "Now fast brooms, that'd be a blast too. Owen would be so jealous." She chuckled slightly to herself. "He's just turned eleven, and he loves to fly," she explained.
"Works for me. I'm not terribly picky," she told him. "So I'll give it a go."
"It seems teeming. We've got our places in Angel," she said. "And we don't do much magic either. I swear I'm lucky to remember the wand some days." She really should save up and get her her own wand. But other days it really didn't seem that worth it.