“I can have anything you want.”
From someone else, that kind of comment might have sounded far too suggestive. But she didn’t think he was playing those kinds of games, and was merely being truthful.
“Sourdough toast, then,” she said. “And some fruit. Strawberries?”
Strawberries were completely out of season. But that sort of thing shouldn’t matter to a djinn.
Apparently it didn’t, because he only nodded and replied, “Simple enough. You can sit on that stool over there while I prepare the food.”
Where she would be safely out of the way. She didn’t mind, though. Sitting off to one side was infinitely preferable to being pressed into service.
She settled herself down on the stool. For some reason, she’d expected him to snap his fingers and have all the components of the meal magically
