Jeannie was not certain how the girl got to be a reporter. Had she not been telling Lois just how wonderful Sir Guy was? Should she not be writing it down on a pad so that she could recall the conversation accurately? Perhaps she did not have one. Well, the djinn could fix that.
“Just a moment,” she said. Then she crossed her arms, elbows held straight out from her body at chest level, concentrated and blinked. But instead of a notepad, she got a fedora.
“I am sorry,” Jeannie apologized, utterly embarrassed. “I am usually much better, but sometimes I do not get what I want here and it takes a few tries. It has only started since I got to the City. Really. I am a very good genie. I promise.”
To prove her point, she blinked at the hat and it changed into small, bright green, stuffed bear. Undeterred, Jeannie blinked again, and the teddy bear became a live gerbil. She stomped her foot in frustration, letting out a little “ohhhhh” of irritation, and quickly blinked again. And again. And again. The gerbil became handbag. The handbag changed into a coffee cup. And the coffee cup transformed, finally, into a small notepad complete with an attached pencil.
Jeannie offered the final product to the reporter. “There you are. Now you may write down my answers so you will be able to write your story.” She smiled brightly. “I am very happy with my master. Sir Guy is a wonderful and generous man, he gives me a lot of independence, and I am able to help anyone I want. Is that not kind and unselfish? Would you like to meet him?”
Then she got a rather sly look on her face. “Or would you like to talk to the man that kissed you again instead? You have another notebook now. Perhaps you can tempt him to steal this one too.”