“Yes, Master?” the Djinn sighed. “We are down to our final thirty-eight wishes. Please tell me you’ve thought of something better than making your horse, John, slightly more aerodynamic.”
The Djinn leaned against a support beam, watching the reunion with a flat expression. “Just a reminder, Master. You wished for her to be exactly as you remembered. Which means she still thinks the Earth is flat and that illness is caused by an imbalance of the humors.” The LampWhat We Do in the Shadows : Season 4 Ep...
“That is fine,” Nandor waved him off. “Guillermo will explain the internet to her. It is basically the same thing as magic anyway.” “Yes, Master
Should we dive into the specific consequences of this wish or move to another episode? “Just a reminder, Master
The Djinn flipped through several pages on his clipboard. “Ah, yes. Marwa. From the Kingdom of Al-Quolanudar. Let’s see… she was wife number thirty-seven? Or was it thirty-eight? You had thirty-seven of them.”
The Djinn snapped his fingers. In a whirlwind of gold dust and ancient magic, a woman appeared in the center of the room. She was dressed in exquisite silks, looking exactly as she had the day Nandor left for the Crusades. She blinked, looking around at the dusty basement, the stacks of old National Geographics, and the vampire in a cape.
Being a magical slave was exhausting, but at least the drama in this house was better than sitting in a dark lamp.