Jeannie considered what Simon said, truly she did. It sounded very much like what her ex-master darling might have said. It was best to know all about the situation before they did anything. Yes, that was very smart. Oh he was handsome and clever!
So clever that he decided right away what they would need! Warmth and supplies. Yes, that would be exactly what they wanted. He was so wonderful, Jeannie could not help herself. When he cautioned her not to let the others see what she could do, so much like Major Nelson used to, she was simply overcome and she flung herself into his arms.
Well, she flung her own arms around his shoulders, at any rate. Hugging him enthusiastically, she squealed softly, “You are brilliant, Dr. Simontam!” To punctuate her joy in his intelligence, she rained a series of smacking, little kisses across his cheeks and lips.
Then, before he could change his mind, as some of her previous masters had been known to do, she very quickly set to work. First things first, the supplies. There was quite a bit of food in the kitchen already, but much of it was in cans. That was probably not very good. Jeannie had once tried some of the “special” food that the astronauts were given, and it was truly aweful.
But she could fix that without anybody knowing that it had been her to do so. A quick nod and a blink changed fill the refrigerator and cabinets with what the djinn considered staples: legs of lamb, roasted whole chickens, standing rib roasts, crocks of hearty soups, several potato dishes, some savory cous cous, and lobster thermadore because it seemed like it would be nice to have; a number of wines of various sorts as well as some large clay jugs of water would be found near the refrigerator.
There, that would be much better. The supplies had been easy. Warmth would be much harder to address in a circumspect manner. But before she could get that far, a man moved over to speak to her. At his question, she turned a bright smile on him and gushed in a whisper, “Oh yes. I have many skills. I am most talented, you see. I think a fireplace would be just lovely, but Dr. Simontam does not wish the others to be upset, so I shall have to be as sneaky as I was with the food.”
Her face lit up as she had a new thought. “Perhaps if there was a distraction, I could make one while they looked the other way! Would that not work, Dr. Simontam?” Her eyes were on his, pleading silently to let her do something to be helpful.