Hi everyone! I am already back with another revitalized chapter. I am on a roll with this! And I've got lots more ideas coming around the corner. I will go ahead and say that all future chapters will be longer than the first 3 because more will happen (and I am trying to include more detail).

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Sly Cooper universe (it belongs to Sony/Sanzaru) and ConnorDavidson owns Drake Lupus.

Chapter 4: The meal

Still holding onto the lamp, Evelyn made it home after another 15 minutes. Seeing the lights were still off, she sighed as she realized no one was home yet. Right now, all she wanted to do was take a hot shower, grab a nice dinner then pretend today never happened. She had no idea how she was supposed to handle her life with this newest complication.

With this thought in mind, Evelyn faced her front door. "Home" for Evelyn was a two-story red brick row home, comfortably situated in Brooklyn. It was finished with blue shutters and a dark brown front door. Pulling her keys out (somewhat awkwardly due to Salim's lamp), she let herself in. Flipping on the lights as she entered, she went into the kitchen area and set the lamp on the table. For a few minutes she just stared at it. When no action came, she moved to the cupboard to make herself some dinner- a nice bowl of chicken noodle soup with some crackers sounded very nice at the moment. As she worked, Salim came out of his lamp stealthily.

Seeing the hybrid girl preoccupied, he quietly looked around him. He concluded that his descendants lived quite comfortably. Aside from the kitchen, the ground floor contained a living room, a wash room (complete with laundry machine and dryer) as well as a home office. Spotting a door under the staircase, he tried to open it, only to find it was locked. He shrugged mentally and proceeded upstairs. There he found four bedrooms. The first two he tried were locked so again he moved on. The third bedroom was un-locked and he went in.

He found himself in a mixture of relaxation and literary creativity. The walls were a relaxing sand color, accented by the chocolate-colored curtains. There was a single bed with a white-wooden frame decorated in light green and a matching desk covered in papers. But the most interesting feature of the room was that two bookshelves dominated the remaining walls and were completely crammed with books.

Before he could inspect further, he heard a noise from behind him and turned around. Evelyn was there looking at him pensively, her arms crossed. "Um, I was going to ask if you wanted some food, but you weren't downstairs."

Ignoring the last statement, he asked, "Is this where you live?" Evelyn was a little unsure by his tone, so she simply answered, "Yes, I love to read and write so, um, I added these shelves in with some help."

Salim studied the girl. "I see… What was this that you mentioned about food? Let's go!" With that, the genie hurried downstairs, leaving Evelyn to gape at his retreating back. "Okay…"


As soon as she got back downstairs, she found Salim looking in disbelief at the stove where her soup was cooking. "Is this it?" He asked. Evelyn found herself starting to be a little annoyed. What was she a maid? Though considering her current situation, that could end up being the case. "Well, yes, unless you would like me to order some food in." Salim snorted, "I think we can do better than that."

With a snap of his fingers, the kitchen table was transformed. Where there was once a medium sized wooden table just big enough for six, there was now a gargantuan table that was laden with every type of food she could think of (and some that she couldn't recognize). And, maybe it was just her, but had the kitchen stretched to accommodate it? The chairs had disappeared leaving comfortable-looking cushions to sit on. There was no sign of her soup.

Salim motioned her to the table. "Well come on, get something to eat, you look like you're about to fall over." Sitting down slowly, she grabbed a small plate of figs and other fruits, as well as some cheese, and began to nibble. She was starting to get confused. First this genie told her that she was to be punished but now he was acting somewhat like a mother hen. What is up with this guy? Well, time to take a risk and hopefully get some answers!

Watching the older raccoon carefully, she shifted a little in her spot. Just as she was about to open her mouth, Salim, who was in the middle of bolting down a rack of lamb, waved at her. "You are sure to have questions. Ask away."

A little annoyed again at his tone, she went ahead. "You said earlier that your name is Salim Al-Kupar. Well, I've been told that I have an ancestor of a similar name-" and here Salim cut her off. "Yes, yes, yes I am your many-times great grandfather. Next!"

A little startled, she spluttered "So that means my dad's stories are true!" Salim, in the middle of cutting himself a slice of cake, gave a distracted "hmm" in question. "My Dad always told us stories of our family adventures at bedtime. I never really believed them until now. Does our family have some sort of legacy then?"

Her spoken musings were abruptly cut off by a choking sound. Shocked by what he had heard from this girl, he had tried to swallow when he shouldn't have. After recovering, he got up and loomed over Evelyn, who was starting to look alarmed again. "Would you repeat that last bit for me? You really don't know the Cooper legacy?" Salim stated looking deadly calm. "Yes" squeaked the frightened girl.

Facepalming, Salim waved his hand and the kitchen reverted to normal. "That's it. Time for a quick history lesson. Follow me." So saying, he grabbed his lamp and marched upstairs towards her room. When he did not hear footsteps, he turned back to find Evelyn still in her chair, frozen. "I said to follow me!" He snapped imperiously. Impatiently, he watched her scramble to her feet and continued on his way.

Once she had reached her room, she found it empty, save for the lamp which had somehow teleported onto her bed. Timidly, she reached her hand out towards the lamp, thinking to move it to her desk. However, she saw her hand growing transparent and deforming into a blue cloud. "What the-" she started to say, but before she could finish, she had turned completely into smoke and had been sucked into the lamp with Salim, leaving her room completely empty.

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