“Oh, oh dear!” At first, she was certain that something was wrong with the baked Alaska. No one had ever reacted that way when eating one before, not that she had seen. Jeannie was terribly worried that she had inadvertently poisoned him. When he grabbed the side of the cart, she decided to act, crossing her arms and preparing to blink.
He was faster than she, though, and he finished off the dessert before she could suggest that perhaps she should make him another. And he must have liked it, because she assumed that was praise he was giving her. It blew ice planets out of the black. That was an interesting way of saying things. She would have to remember it. Because his tone was very pleased, indeed.
However, he still looked a bit wobbly to her, and since she was ready to blink, she did so. Behind him, a small step-ladder appeared. Jeannie frowned. That was not at all what she had wanted. Very quickly, she blinked again, and the step-ladder was replaced by a somewhat confused rabbit. This time, she outright scowled. “Oh, drat!”
Once again, her powers were not acting as they should, as sometimes happened in this place. It was terribly frustrating! In very rapid succession, Jeannie blinked, trying each time to produce a chair. What she got was a bicycle, an oboe, the Mona Lisa, a sandcastle, and three very upset and hissing geese before finally a throne appeared. Jeannie decided that was close enough.
“I am sorry,” she apologized. “Sometimes my powers do not work quite right here. But you can sit down now. You look pale.”