Jasmine blinked, standing there dumbly for a moment. She then said, "Perfect apple pie? That's... I mean, your wish-"
Amy sighed. "Look. I know it seems petty. But a few years back, John the Royal Baker, Gaia bless his soul, passed away. And the new guy, he tries so hard, but his apple pies just lack that... something. So I want to eat the best-tasting apple pie there ever was."
Jasmine shrugged. A wish was a wish after all. The genie waved her hands around in front of her body, before pointing at a nearby table. With a popping sound, a pie appeared there. "Your wish has been granted," Jasmine said, without much fanfare.
Amy bounced a little has she moved over towards the table, her soft body jiggling a little. She then inhaled deeply, taking in the pie's aroma. "Oh my gods... This smells amazing..." Amy gasped, a line of drool running down her face. She then summoned a fork and knife to her hand, carefully cut a piece of the pie, and brought it to her mouth. The pie, as specified, was the perfect apple pie. The taste was heavenly, something that couldn't be put into words.
Amy instead just cut out another piece, more hastily this time, and crammed it into her mouth. Jasmine watched the spectacle curiously, a look of bewilderment on her face. Amy suddenly realized that, and turned to her.
"You haven't dismissed the summoning spell yet," Jasmine explained. "I can't go home if you can't do that."
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