Genie looked to Urd with concern then confusion. “Get going?” he asked. “But we just got here.” Wrapping his arms around Yorda, he held the girl tight – but not too tight – to express his longing to stay. “Can’t we stay a little longer? Please?” He drew out the word, placing enough emphasis on the ‘e’ to sound as though he were whining. Which, he was, really. And boy was he ever good at it. “Please, oh please, oh please!”

Things had been going well and they had all been having such a good time. Genie hoped the tea had not made the goddess sour. After all, tea did not decide ones fate.