Dedra Meero

"Dedra Meero from Andor," you say without hesitation.

The genie tilts his head. His smug expression flattens into confusion. He blinks twice, slowly.

"Isn't she, like, a space fascist?"

"Yes," you nod, steady and unapologetic.

There is a moment of silence. The fan continues to whir. Somewhere in the building, a dog barks.

The genie floats back a few inches, squinting as if he has just bitten into a lemon. "You do know she is literally an ISB officer? Empire Intelligence. The kind that tortures people and roots out dissent with totalitarian space fascist efficiency?"

"Yes," you repeat. Your tone does not waver.

"...Okay," the genie says slowly. He spins in the air, looking mildly concerned for your mental health. "So, uh, how do you want her?"