Genie’s eyes instantly lit up at Urd’s request and a large smile found itself across his face. “Could I?” he asked, almost amused she had to ask. He clapped his hands together excitedly, struggling to contain himself from acting too soon. Just the thought alone that he would have the opportunity to put his magic and sense of fashion to test was enough to make the djinn flail inside. There were so many different combinations he wanted to try! What shoes, what dress? The tiara, was it too much? Was gold in or was it silver? Oh, who cared? All he knew was by the end of this he was going to have Urd looking absolutely fabulous!

Genie clapped his hands, summoning a dressing screen behind the goddess as well as a greater suited attire for himself. He needed the proper clothes to work, naturally. Sporting an ivory collared shirt and matching purple vest and pants, he approached Urd thoughtfully. “No, no, no. This won’t do at all. The only thing you’re doing in this outfit is swimming. This is an accident waiting to happen – or did it already happen? I can’t tell.” He removed the measuring tape from around his neck and quickly took Urd’s measurements. Before she probably even realized it, Genie had already finished and returned to observing her, his tape measure back around his neck. “If black is the new orange this year, does that make orange the new black?” he asked himself.

Taking hold of Urd’s dress with both hands, he suddenly pulled it right over her head to (thankfully) reveal a new outfit underneath. Or was it really that new? The orange shorts, black sweatshirt and varsity jacket may not have been something she had ever worn in Paixao but back home? Well, Genie had been looking for something comfortable for her. He sighed, found bent down and tying her shoelaces. “The perfect bow is so hard to find. And before you say it, Converse is still popular enough for us to get away with them. None of this ‘Chuck Taylor All-Stars are so nineties.’ These are Jack Purcell and they’re still hotter than Madonna.”