“Oh, I am sorry. How rude of me.” She took the hand that had been extended, shaking it briefly before releasing it. It was impolite to cling. “I am Jeannie.”
Since the woman no longer needed the clock, and it seemed to be in the way for others that were having to detour around it, the djinn decided it would be best to send it away. Crossing her arms and holding them at chest height, Jeannie gave a nod and a blink, pleased to see that it had worked this time. Sometimes, she was sure the City was trying to keep her from being helpful.
She had a much better master now in Sir Guy. He liked her to be helpful as long as she still had time for him. Once she was finished looking at the artwork, she needed to get home to make him a nice meal. He would like that very much, and it always made Jeannie happy when he smiled.
“Are you going inside to see something? I do love art, though sometimes artists can be such difficult people, do you not think so?” Jeannie tilted her head to the side as she looked at the other woman. “I once knew a sculptor who would not work unless it was not raining. Even though he worked inside. He said the raindrops distracted him. But then Michelangelo was a rather strange man in other ways too.”