Douglas could hear Martin's humming and disjointed singing through the door to the portacabin.

Gotta eat to live,

Gotta steal to eat

Tell you all about it when I got the time!

One jump ahead of the slowpokes

One skip ahead of my doom

Next time gonna use a nom de plume

Martin hummed again as Douglas entered the portacabin. "Hello Aladdin, where's Abu and Jasmine?" he drawled.

"Very funny, Douglas. Simone and Charlie stayed over last weekend and that song has been playing around in my mind ever since…" Martin groaned, mortally embarrassed.

"Simone and Charlie? Simon's demon spawn?" Douglas asked.

"Not quite; Simone is demon spawn, Charlie is nice…" Martin corrected.

"Ah, my mistake. How were your niece and nephew?"

"Simone demanded watching Aladdin… seven times."

Douglas grimaced, that was very repetitive. "Poor you," he attempted to drawl but empathy drowned it.

"They came up with some unusual ideas…" Martin pondered.

"Oh, yes?"

"They said that, if we were in the film, I'd be Aladdin, you'd be the genie, Arthur would be Abu and, never ever tell Carolyn this, she'd be Jafar."

Douglas almost choked on his coffee. "Who did they say was Jasmine?"

"Theresa…" Martin smiled.

"And I suppose our dear GERTI is the magic carpet," Douglas laughed.

"According to Charlie," Martin smiled.

"Children have such beautiful imaginations," Douglas chuckled.

"It gave me a strange thought though; Theresa and I met the night after I was drunk, moaning to you about not having anyone…"

"Two wishes left, Captain," Douglas joked.

Martin giggled and got up, "Best be off, see you Wednesday."

"See you Wednesday."

The door closed as Martin left. Douglas sighed and relaxed… for about two minutes before Carolyn came in. "Alright Douglas, you know what to do," She sighed.

Douglas groaned and rubbed his temples with his fingertips. "Do I have to? It's very cramped –"

"Do it."

Douglas sighed and clicked his fingers. There was nothing but a bottle of Talisker there.

Carolyn picked up the bottle. "Two wishes left for Martin?" Carolyn asked.

"One, actually," Douglas' voice echoed from inside the bottle, "How do you think he got this job?"

"You're a bloody marvel," Carolyn smiled fondly.

"You currently owe me twenty wishes," Douglas deadpanned.

"I thought we settled on 'I wish for more wishes' was valid."

Douglas sighed. "Yes, that's why I didn't tell Martin I am a genie."

"Let's just get you home."

"Yes, mistress."