New Reality, Thy Name is Bacon.

"Fuck."

Her head hurt. Maybe it was the drinking from her birthday, or the nightmare she had about her birth mother appearing and telling her she was a genie, a genie bound to a ring that she beat the hell out of that loser Kevin Scott when he tried to take it, so hard to the point her social life cratered, the police were looking for her, and she got driven to Sam's house.

Then there was that strange but wonderful wet dream of having the most unreal sex in her life with that wooden plank of a personality brother of her friend. That underneath that bagging shirt and blank stares was an actual tall, muscle toned person who was obsessed with protecting her, loved her since early childhood, and intent salvaging whatever shredded remains of her birthday was left to the point she had driven herself to do things she never thought she'd do sexually.

Yeah, sure Jess, it wasn't just the **** that made her think she'd have feelings for Simon Harris. That he would actually wish for him to make sense to her and that she let herself get swallowed in a sea of his emotions like some sort of romance novel?

God that light coming in from the window was annoying. Her body felt like jello and she pouted angrily hoping that would be enough to make the sun go away. Half-asleep she groaned and reached her arm out from the comfy comforter that was keeping her naked body warm.

"Simoooonnnn, Masterrrrrr, Master close the curtainsss..."

Huh, she was probably still dreaming.

"Okie doke."

She shut her eyes contently, he'd do anything for her, "Thank youuuu...."

She giggled sheepishly as she snuggled back into her pillow. Maybe she could tease him into playing Simon Says again that would be-

...

...wait a minute. What was he still doing at her house?

And who changed her sheets? Why was she naked?

Her green eyes snapped open and she shot up like a rocket out of bed. Her breasts now uncovered as she snapped over and looked at the auburn-haired teenager that was in the process of walking back to his desk and computer. Simon raised his hand up and motioned a wave.

"Um, morning Jess..."

Her eyes widened at the sight of him, "M-Master? What did I just...Oh fuck!"

She instinctively called him Master instead of Simon... because Simon was her Master!

He seemed to pick up on the panic on her face than she did, because he had already placed down the thermos he was holding on his desk and rushed over to her side. She began to tremble out of the sheer emotions overwhelming her on her own end as she let out a shriek and gripped her head. Her palms squeezed down and tried to pop her brain like a grape with no avail. Hyperventilating and the shock of everything returning happened soon after.

"It happened. Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod. It actually happened! I'm still here! I'm still a genie! I'm still-"

She turned to see the ring on his finger. Her whole body flinched and moved away from it out of fear. The sight of it terrified her in her panicked state.

"Jess. Jess, look at me."

She really didn't want to, but her eyes seemed to move almost without a choice. His eyes were definitely an improvement over the ring. Simon for his part looked worriedly at her, but he was doing his best to comfort her, gently reached out and held her shoulders, rubbed her back, moved her closer into him in a protective hug. The feeling of his fleece sweater making him feel safer, like a big teddy bear. Her breathing started to level out, she began to relax again. She could feel him feeling better about making her feel better.

No wait, no. NO! Stop Jessica! Don't let yourself jump into that well again!

She pushed away and shook her head, then covered herself in his sheets as her own hands rubbed her shoulders up and down, and finally brought her knees up to her chest. Simon was worried about her, she couldn't keep this up, but he'd eventually move closer again. It was only a matter of time. She couldn't let the fact she could feel his emotions get to her. No matter how powerful they could get.

"Did I do something wrong?"

He hadn't said it aloud, but she could hear him. She looked over at the worried young man again, and then down at the gold necklace locked around her neck and the bracelet on her wrist. Right, she remembered, they were telepathic with each other now. So they wouldn't be apart again.

"Can you hear ALL of my thoughts, Simon?"

He shook his head as he sat under her glare, hostility present as she was still reliving everything that happened, but eventually she took a deep sigh and looked away from him and out his window, his response followed,

"No. Only if you wanted me to."

Well, at least that was relief. Remembering his wish, he only had it as a way to talk back and forth with each other whenever they wore their items. She looked up at him again. It confused her. How can he still look so innocent the morning after what they did to each other? She pushed him over the edge and he...

A pleasurable shiver ran up and down her spine, leaving her a bit uncomfortable, but bought enough time for her to begin shaking her head. She looked away from him again as she began curling and crossing her arms and legs, her head rested on her knees as she let out a deep sigh.

"Then no, you haven't done anything wrong. Not yet anyway. I just need a minute."

"Okay."

"Simon," she called out as he left the bed to go back to his desk, her eyes glanced over to him while she felt **** again, "That photo album of us. The one I dropped last night. Can I see it?"

He had his head tilted off to the side again at first, then smiled and nodded. She had to let out at least a scoff to stifle the giggle that was building up in her. Why did she like that so much?

"Hehehe, Sammy look! Simon looks like a little puppy! So cute!" her younger self happily patting his head.

Oh right, she thought to herself, "Forgot that I remember all that now. That's ironic."

His hand stuck out the small binder as he looked unsure, but smiled a moment later, "Would you like any breakfast?"

At least he was still somewhat happy this morning, if not a bit anxious, but it wasn't at the same intensity it first hit her with the night before. He then looked away, "I won't tell Sam."

She glanced up as he smiled again, "Y'know, in case you were worried about that still."

A small curve upward managed to sneak its way past her scowl and frowns, "Okay."

She watched his smile grow again as he did a slight nod and nearly ran into the door. She raised an eyebrow as he covered his upper lip with his lower one and made a face back with the same acknowledgment that yes, he did indeed almost ram through and break down the door to his own room in a rush to make her breakfast.

The blonde let out a snicker, shaking her head at his antics, but got to work looking through the binder as soon as he left. Simon's truth streak held up as she searched through photos after photos of their time growing up. A time before being a cheerleader and popular meant something, a time before the aspirations of ruling the school, being the center of attention, the ambitions of being on top of the food chain socially. She became Jessica Edwards, Queen of Cheerleaders and the Senior Class.

And Simon? Simon stayed Simon for the most part.

It was clear he definitely didn't like being in pictures once she disappeared from the other photos in his life. The sight of that bastard Kevin as he grinned in place of her as a 10-year-old with a confused Master while they were building something saw to that. Her hands clenched down at the sight. That was her Simon, not that psychotic asshole's. How could someone as good as Simon even be friends with that kind of weasel? Did he corrupt him? Maybe that's what happened.

Jessica paused as she had to stop and think to herself. The blonde bit down on her lip nervously as she just replayed her own thoughts. Was that the effect Simon's wish had on her, or did she really think that way? She actually felt jealous in that moment she looked at Kevin with her Master. Like he actually stole him from her. It was just so effortless and natural now that she remembered everything that happened between them. It didn't feel like she had pulled a 180 on herself. Her personality hadn't altered, nothing was really out of place in her head, it just all felt more - complete. Like a black and white picture turned into high-definition and color.

She was still messing with him last night, but it just took on a different tone. One that made her face feel warm at the thought of and cause her to shake her head to snap the rush of images out.

How her body didn't feel as sore as it should after that kind of attention had to be the result of some kind of magic, at least. And as of last night, she was a magical being now.

Kevin had to be the reason why she stopped being so close with Simon. Knowing he was around him made it easier to be annoyed with him.

She sighed, letting her shoulders slump. That would've been too easy, and Jess couldn't have easy anymore.

It would be nice to prove it, anyway. It'd make more sense than just splitting apart, her becoming annoyed with her Master because of his quirks. She kept on her search through the album trying to find more answers. A few family photos here and there. The most of him being with his sister as she must've dragged him around. He and Sam stayed close in all these photos throughout beginning to end. Surprisingly, Jess found more photos of herself scattered intermittently in the process, but they were just of her laughing or doing stuff with his sister. He even had some of just herself and Sam together at events they went to. Normally, that would have immediately set off a warning flag in her head if it had been anyone else, but she remembered their parents and hers usually had a camera around until the smartphones took over for them.

She sighed, closing the album with a frown, and letting her hand sit on top of it as she sat in thought. She looked over and saw the sight of a night robe against the column in-between the bed and the way to his desk. If he was going to be awhile, the least she could do was investigate to see what he was up to. He had to be hiding something.

Without hesitation she got up and walked over to the column and grabbed the robe; quickly covering herself with it, tying the rope around her waist tightly. Now she was mad at Simon for getting so tall without her permission. She felt like she was wearing one of those dang samurai robes she saw on that video in AP World where the sleeves could've doubled for wings.

She placed the album back and walked over to the addition of his room that wasn't from what she remembered.

He had a lot of tech.

A few old large coffee table books in-between camera bags and hard drives. There were two monitors on the computer station, with a large set of fans whirling at her feet. He must've been a gamer, too. The manic Kevin liked those, as did Brad and half the football team.

Hell, even Sam talked about playing while Jess just stuck to the basics of app games. The camera lenses and straps on the shelf above made it pretty clear that Master seemed to enjoy taking photos more than being in them. Maybe he did take some of those photos of her in that album, but Simon hadn't been stalking her to take them. Now that she thought about it, it often seemed easier to think of her Master as a stalker the past couple years because he always seemed to have a camera around when they bumped into each other.

Now it was as basic as Master just really liked photography.

And judging from the slideshow on his monitor, he seemed to have gotten really good at it. He even had that diving goal during the Homecoming game that she saw in the highlight section of last year's events section.

Maybe she should ask Tiffany about this, she worked on yearbook.

She looked down by the keyboard and saw his tablet sitting open.

"Probably writing a little when I woke up."

She had to take back the "a little" part the moment she began scrolling. Simon could write a lot, no not a lot, A FUCK TON.

And all of it about... her?

Specifically last night. He had been working out all of this since last night? She mumbled aloud to herself as she tried to start all the way from the top. Some of it she had already seen from when he made his *Wish of Understanding* on her: the fact if the ring disappeared she would face exile from another dimension or universe, that her real mother was a genie that bound her, that he had thought about the possibilities for him, her, and those around her if the ring fell into their hands instead of his.

Jessica had not signed up to read the horror novel of bluntness that might've entailed. So she quickly scrolled past that part without hesitation, but he clearly knew who he didn't want finding out about her secret.

His sister was not on that list. In fact, judging from the increasing sizes of the pros and cons sections, Simon was still up in the air about it, but the bold underline of "Jessica Doesn't Want That" brought a sigh of relief. If anything, that was the only member of the whole group that he even considered telling.

She continued to brush quickly through different points stopping to mumble others, "Jessica's wishes are tied to some sort of deep rooted pleasurable response and sex. Do not make wishes in public or in situations where she isn't comfortable. Consider forms of orgasm control if unable to stop completely..."

Well, at least he was learning on the fly. She'd give him credit for that, but controlling her orgasms seemed a bit excess...

"K, breakfast!"

She let out a shriek, dropping the tablet back on the desk at it bounced. Her arms went rigid and she immediately felt herself moving instantaneously from his desk and suddenly found herself in front of a very surprised Simon.

Okay. Teleportation power of her Necklace? Check.

She immediately shot up and slapped him in the head, "Don't scare me like that!"

He began rubbing his scalp as he placed the food tray down on the bed, "Sorry. I forget when I yell..."

She wanted to yell at him more, and readied to hit him again as he held up an arm as a defense.

"Jess I'm sorry!"

His thoughts only made her slump her shoulders again and puff her cheeks out, proceeding to rolling her eyes in annoyed defeat. Idiot. He wished to have no harm come to him or those he cared about when he made the first of those damn ring wishes. She couldn't hurt him if she tried. If she really wanted to.

And there were some times in the last 18 hours that she really wanted to.

She began focusing in on her breakfast that he brought up, grabbed the canteen of water off to the side and downing it as fast as she could to get hydrated, and then looked down at the tiny coffee cup on her plate. That wasn't going to be enough to beat any kind of hangover headache she could still get. She pointed at the cup and looked skeptically at it for a good moment.

"You know I'll need more caffeine than that, right?"

He answered almost immediately in that same eager way he always had when she had a question, "It's a triple shot Espresso. Dad got a machine from work."

Jessica nodded her head. She was slightly impressed he was even capable of making one of those. He walked over to his desk chair and slid back over, sitting backwards, folding his arms on top and watching her pick at her food. She began frowning at him, "I can't eat normal bacon, I'm trying to cut down."

He responded with the usual titling of his head again when confused, "But aren't you a genie now?"

The one response to the question she did not want to fucking hear right now. Of course.

Her face was now scowling as her tongue unleashed back at him, "What's that have to do with anything?!?"

He flinched, but recovered soon enough as he sighed, causing her to keep staring until he explained himself. Which, thankfully was no longer a problem for him. He stopped rubbing his forehead and focused back on topic.

"I'm sorry. Not trying to offend you but, c'mon Jess, think about it. Didn't your real Mom say something about having some physiological differences? I mean, I could just say the words and you'd never have to work out another day in your life. Heck, you have the power to make Devil's Food into a Power Fruit if you really wanted to!"

"You mean if you order me to, Master," she retorted back to him, looking down at the bacon, and picking up a slice.

"And I'm not letting you off the hook," she reminded, "I remember when you actually wished for me to do as you tell me to! Just because I have to do it, doesn't mean I want to, Simon!"

That sent his head to face the floor with a bright shade of pink. His facial expression conveyed that even he didn't know what drove him to do that.

Okay sure, he made that particular wish in the heat of the hottest sex she had and probably the only sex he ever had, and just maybe, MAYBE, she pushed him to be that way for her, but that wasn't the point!

He had to be reminded that he was the one who really held all the power here. Not her. He was her Master. She was now only at the whims of her Master. She remembered her scantily-clad Mother telling her all of that, too. As well as some differences in her biology. She paused to think back to that night, she remembered how Kevin yelled and confessed out the extremely personal details of the whole conversation to Simon last night. Judging from his tablet notes and what she knew about he reacted he probably thought all about that, too.

All the ease and all the effort she would make putting into her physical appearance before this moment. After last night, it no longer really mattered. She reached down and picked up the slice of meat from her plate. He really went through the effort of actually making her a full breakfast without wishing for it. That counted for something.

"You do have a point," she admitted grudgingly.

Okay, so there was maybe one minor positive to being **** to become a genie: Bacon.

She took a bite of the food in her hand and let her eyes close upward as she savored it, bouncing on her toes as she was reunited with glorious crispy, chewy, fatty, delicious bacon. She focused on eating for the next few moments, and he was focused between making sure she was eating, while gliding back and forth from his desk in his chair.

Making sweets into a healthy food. That actually sounded pretty fun to her.

A moment later he slid back over after picking his dropped tablet up off the floor in the process.

He began scrolling through it and turned his head looking up at her, "Did you read my notes?"

So he caught her, and she couldn't lie to him. She shrugged nonchalantly like it was no big deal at this point.

"I saw you were writing about me. I was curious," the blonde replied as she sipped from her espresso, then returned to shoot a suspicious glare at the boy, "And how you want to control my orgasms? Really? I think you're done with that topic."

He blushed nervously, "I'm just trying to figure out if it's really possible to stop it or if there has to be a way to suppress it."

"You were eventually going to tell me you were actually thinking about all this stuff and not keep it to yourself, right?"

"Of course! I was always going to share it with you, Jess."

She nodded firmly, "Good boy. Then you can wish for me not be a genie anymore."

The sooner Simon could fix this for her, the better. As much as she appreciated him reviving their friendship in some way, she still had a life waiting for her that she wanted to get back to. There was her whole schedule, she needed to get home and get some clothes, then there was meeting up with her friends later, cheer practice, prepping for Prom Night...

He suddenly went quiet. His looked away from her and his hand rubbed the back of his neck; he spoke awkwardly again, but with a more serious undertone, "Jess. About that. What if I... can't?"

Her head snapped up at him, the very notion that this couldn't be fixed in so simple a way was ridiculous to her, "What do you mean you can't? Aren't you able to wish for anything? Why couldn't you wish for me not to be a genie anymore?"

Her Master was looking at her concern, "Because I don't know what that'll do..."

What kind of answer was that? That he didn't know what it would do? She knew exactly what would happen!

"It'll mean I wouldn't have to be a genie anymore, Simon! I could have my life back and we could just stop and forget it with all this bullshit!"

She watched his fists clench from his chair as he suddenly snapped back at her offended and angry, "You mean forget about me again!"

Jess stopped and realized the impact her words had. By 'Bullshit', he thought she meant going back to a time without her. A time back to when she didn't understand him anymore.

When he felt so alone.

Her anger disappeared as she shook her head, a sudden sense of remorse. Why would she even give him that impression? She didn't want him to go away again, after knowing the truth, she could never want that again.

And he was going to protect her. He said so.

"No. No. Not you. I didn't mean that, I just... you could wish for anything. I just don't get it. You know I didn't ask for this, Master. You didn't either. If we could just wish it away, we wouldn't have to worry or be afraid about this anymore. I just... Why couldn't you wish for that?"

He groaned and rubbed his face, then looked up at her again, she saw the resolve again this time. The same resolve that he spoke with when he wished for him to never give up the ring. His voice was sympathetic, but firm. Her Master believed in what he said.

"Because we don't know how this fully works. Jess, listen to me. Really, listen to me. This is important. You have the power to bend reality to our will if you really wanted to. You're bound to the ring and myself as a means of control, but other than that, you have powers that literally change EVERYTHING."

He got out a key-chain laser pointer and shot it at her robe and around the room.

"It's like a high-powered laser. I'm just the focusing lens. I tell you where to shoot, what to shoot at, and how much to let out but you're the one with all the energy and reactions. So much power I can't really quantify how much it is."

He tossed the pointed off the bed and let it rattle and roll on the floor as she looked back up at him. He looked back at her as he used his arms and hands to gesture and animate to convey the impact of his words.

"I don't know what would happen if you gave all that power up. What if it went to someone else? What if it just transferred to the next closest host, like my sister? What if Sam became a genie instead of you? Or what if all that power went to someone else that we didn't know, and then we would be at their mercy with the rest of our reality? What if because your mother is the reason you are one, that if you stopped being a genie that meant you no longer existed? What if that meant we tore the fabric of reality open? I mean what if all that power goes somewhere else like that other universe where the other genie are; or worse, what if all that power over reality draws them here without somewhere to go? How many people or lives or others do we really put at risk? And that's assuming if making you not be a genie DID work, Jess. What if I attempted to not make you a genie anymore and it doesn't work at all? Like, literally I try it and nothing happens, at all. This is a lot to unpack. A whole lot. I can't wrap my brain around it all, but I don't want to be the one to let anything bad happen to you or anyone else because I didn't think things through."

She looked up and let her mouth fall agape at all the thought he had behind that. Simon had really thought out all of this for her. She was in such a rush to get back to being normal again, she never really considered the impact her decision could have.

Or let herself accept the possibility of there being no real way to reverse it. She didn't really give a damn about what effect it had on other genies or universes or all that crap. All she wanted was to be who she always was and that was that.

But her mother was a genie, because that's what she was born as. Jess remembered her mother's words. She was born as one too. Which meant that she had only been masquerading as a human her whole life until she got the ring. And if she wished not to be the thing she was born as anymore, would she even have been born in the first place?

She curled her fingers around her espresso cup and had to register it for a couple of seconds before responding softly, "I guess... I never really took the time to think about all of that. That's a good point."

Jessica felt depressed now. She had been so adamant of getting out this situation she didn't take the time to consider all the consequences. At least she knew now Simon was also trying to help her figure things out. He wound up stuck with her as result of all this.

He didn't think about things the same way as she or someone else would. That was currently a blessing in disguise more than a curse.

"I'm sorry I snapped at you," he apologized, "You know how I feel about you. I hate yelling at you. Makes me feel like the biggest prick in existence."

She nodded and smiled softly, "I know."

"Let's go over to my desk."

She looked up at him again as he motioned to her with a small smile of his own, he wanted to keep helping her, open up to her.

"I want to show you something."

She nodded, accepting that it was probably going to happen whether she wanted to or not, and followed him as he slid back to his work area, opening up the sketchpad on his tablet. Her Master hovered his pen over the screen as she walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder to look over him and observe.

He drew a series of dots and doodles, then pointing at them as he put his hand over hers and motioned to her to follow along, "This is basically us. Home, School, Family, Time, Space, Planets, Gases, Practice, Jobs, Life. All of it which exists and is contained in this circle."

He proceeded to draw a circle with the shapes tab and place it around all the little doodles and boxes, "All of this is shaped, molded, and controlled by the laws of reality which from the outside can be deleted, reshaped, or even..."

He then pulled out an empty bottle of ginger-ale and set it in front of the both of them, "...added to."

Her eyes widened at the sight of it, her emerald orbs blank twice as she suddenly grabbed it in astonishment, "Is that the one you wished for last night?"

"Mmhm. That's the one," he affirmed and motioned to it with his pen.

He then called her attention back to his screen, and drew two green bottles in the shape of the empty ginger-ale outside the circle, "Everything outside the circle has an effect on the laws of reality, everything inside it, and every part of it which as of last night..."

He finished off by writing their names next to each bottle and then circled them for extra emphasis, "...is the two of us."

Jessica looked down as Simon chuckled and looked up at her in sheer awe. Then finally made his point, "Jess, with your power, all I have to do is say a few words, and you basically wouldn't just wind up being Prom Queen, but Empress Genie of the Whole Universe."

Her emerald eyes went wide as Simon put into to context how much she was really capable of if given the opportunity, "Bullshit."

He shook his head at her but made sure to hold onto her hand as she shook his head, this was making her all feel really dizzy, "N-No way. You don't mean... no. Nope! Nopenopenope! Master, I'm just a cheer captain in high school! I told Mom that's all I was and wasn't genie! That's hard enough to accept! So I really don't want to become some sort of Space Empress!"

He broke out laughing as he shook his head, a feeling of reassurance moving out from him, "I'm not saying you are!"

"B-B-B-But..."

"Jess, sit," he patted down on his leg as the now spazzing blonde sat down without a second thought, her hands clinging to her knees in front of her, "Calm down. I'm not planning on making you one either."

"Oh thank god," she let out in exasperated relief, "This really is a lot to handle before school."

She suddenly panicked again, "Master, we don't have school today, do we?"

His facial features flattened as he looked at her, "Jess, it's Sunday."

She let out another loud exasperated moan in relief, shaking her hair and whipping a few blonde strands from her hair while laughing off more of her stress and letting it melt off, "Okay good! Phew! Dodged a bullet there! Ohhhh shit..."

She looked down and rubbed her temples. Day 1 of being a genie was still off to a great start.

She took a moment to recompose herself and think. She took a deep breath, focused on meditation for only a moment. A thought then occurred to her. She moved herself to sit on her knees in his lap, resting her head in her arm and her arm on his shoulder.

"Master, if you know all that, why aren't you wishing me to change all sorts of stuff for you? It's not like I could stop you."

Her Master blushed and began looking off innocently in another direction, "I-I know I just... didn't feel like asking without your permission. I care about you too much, you know that. I don't want to go overboard again after what happened last night. I kind of... lost control."

Jess felt her face light up like it was made of lava, she turned away and bit down on her lip as it all came back to her in a rush, "Y-Yeah... yeah that was a lot to handle... you were really repressed. Like I let something off its leash."

He stuttered, looking up at her still red in the face, "And you were... really into it, I didn't know you could be that..."

"Nuts?" she asked skeptically.

"Playful. I really liked it. Was like if you had never left and some alternate universe where we stayed together."

She let out a smirk at his description and a scoff as she closed her eyes, "You sure did seem to like it when I was teasing you. Simon Says so."

She rolled her eyes, an annoyingly repeated the line she used at him at him the previous night when she embarrassed herself for him, "I can only play Simon Says with Simon because he's Simon. Who did I say that to, Sam? Annie? Greg?"

She glanced over only briefly but locked on with a glare as he was staring blankly ahead and then up at the ceiling and staring again. She knew that look. Sam jokingly had a name for it as his 'Start-Up' mode.

"Oh no. You have an idea, don't you?"

"A really bad one, too," she emphasized mentally.

He looked away embarrassed, occasionally his eyes darted back at her and away while he poked his index fingers together, "I mean, if I made it happen it could show you what I was talking about when it came to how powerful you are. You just inspired me, but, say I could let you play Simon Says whenever you wanted on whoever you wanted? And you would never get in trouble for it. Would you want to do that?"

Simon Says, on whoever and whenever? Her?

"You would just let me do that? Just like that?"

He nodded, "Of course. I trust you."

That was really fucking tempting. Damnit, it was soooo fucking tempting. She put her finger between her lips and thought about it as she bit down. If her Master was right, and what everything her mother said was true, she could be whatever she wanted to be. If he was willing to wish for things she told him she wanted, then she could go anywhere, do anything, not be weighed down by the consequences. It was just a question of trade-offs.

Maybe if they experimented a bit, they could figure out a way to free her or figure out a proper way of turning her back to normal or at least find a chance to free her. Until then though, she was his genie, and he was her Master, and because of that, the rules that they had been told or **** to follow no longer applied to them. Teenagers hated following the rules. She thought they were a pain, and Simon obviously had grown up constricted by them. So why not?

A playful smile crept up little-by-little on her lips, "That might be... a little fun."