Play Along

You decide to act natural to avoid suspicion. Let her wear herself out playing with magic and then she will have her guard down by the end of the day.

“You did behave yourself today, maybe having a little fun isn’t a bad thing,” you reply.

Lynn smiles like a puppy about to get a treat. She then rubs her chin, “Let’s not go overboard, let’s start small…” she looks around. “I got it!”

She doesn’t have to say anything, you feel the idea form in her mind. It’s the image of a sports car, fire engine red, with a roaring engine. You notice that, while those details are clear in your head, other details are hazy. For instance, you could create a full sized vehicle, or a scale model toy. You opt for the actual car, knowing that’s what Lynn wants. Also, there is no gas in the wish itself, but you feel you can fill it as part of the wish. You decide to do so. You have the option of racing or street tires. You don’t even know what the actual difference is, but you decide on street tires.

In a flash, Lynn’s wish materializes on the road next to you.

“Now this is more like it!” Lynn smiles as she heads for the driver’s seat. “You are already a pro at genieing!”

You climb into the passenger seat and buckle up. Just in time, too, as Lynn slams on the gas and you are racing down the street! You clutch the armrest and grit your teeth. Lynn gears up and the engine roars to life. You can feel the Gs pinning you to your seat.

“Great, right?” Lynn asks, casually.

Your only response is unintelligible squeal which is inaudible under the rumble of the engine anyways.

“I’ve had a little practice,” Lynn grins before taking a tight 90 degree turn that pushes you into the passenger side door. On the other side of the door, you see a food truck inches away from your nose. Half a second later, the exterior is a fuzzy blur due to the speed. “So, where do you want to go?” Lynn asks you.

“Home…” you cry out.

“Aww, that’s no fun,” Lynn moans. “Let’s go for some ice cream!”

The car swings around for a 180. You are amazed that Lynn managed to avoid hitting any of the oncoming traffic. She revs up again and zooms along to the ice cream shop at a more acceptable speed. The shop she chose is along a street, wedged between an old record store and a pharmacy. The street is already lined with parked cars, with no place to park, so Lynn picks out a black pickup and imagines it away. You decide to move it to a spot three blocks away and remind the owner where he left it.

Next, Lynn imagines the red sports car you’re riding sliding parallel to the street so that it fits perfectly in the parking spot. You turn to her with a raised eyebrow as the car is picked up by your giant invisible hand manifestation and placed in the spot.

Lynn shrugs, “I never got around to parallel parking.”

You enter the shop and are greeted by a cute brunette behind the counter. The place itself resembles an old timey shop with wood furnishings. The display cabinet where you choose the flavors also has a wood veneer, even though you can tell the refrigeration is modern behind the glass. There is a counter with stools at the entrance that looks through the large glass window to the street. There is also enough room to fit two small round tables for sitting.

The ice cream server is wearing a simple black polo with white edges on the sleeves. Her name tag is pinned over her left breast and reads ‘Carly’. “What can i get you?” asks Carly with a beaming grin that reveals her porcelain white teeth behind her ruby red lipstick.

Lynn pays the server no mind. Instead, she perusals her options. The flavors available are eccentric, custom made blends; spiced chocolate, cherry cheesecake, irish cream… It does make sense since Lynn drove you to the high end of town.

“I’ll have the lemon tart! On a cone please!” Lynn decides.

Carly takes a cone from the rack and picks up her scooper. With the experience of a veteran ice cream scooper, she opens the freezer lid and rolls out a perfect sphere on her scoop before placing it onto the cone. She rolls out a second ball and tops it on the first. Wrapping it in a napkin, she hands it over to Lynn. “And for you?” she asks you.

“I’m fine thanks,” you reply

Carly nods and rings up the sale. “$9.50.”

There is an awkward silence as Carly looks to Lynn and Lynn looks to you.