Tony yelled as dozens of bats exploded from his wardrobe, sending him into a panicked backward somersault as they swarmed around him. Amidst the bashing of wings and squeaking of the flying beasts he tried to escape them, fumbling blindly around his room for the bedroom door, knocking against furniture as he did so. On his desperate search for it he tripped on the stand that normally sported his uniform, somersaulting again and landing heavily on his back. Fighting his way up, winded but unhurt, he lunged for the doorknob, throwing the door open and running as fast as he could towards Jeannie's bottle as the bats spilled out into the rest of the house.

"Jeannie! Jeannie!" He yelled frantically, hoping she'd acknowledge him and end his punishment.

In a flash he found himself no longer in his living room but inside Jeannie's bottle, the latter covering her eyes with a gasp as she realised his state of undress – the former trying to cover himself with the cushions surrounding him to conceal it.

"Jeannie," He croaked, distinctly uncomfortable, "Can you dress me, please?"

Still covering her eyes, Jeannie nodded, turning her head to one side, looking away from him as she dropped her hands and blinked. A pair of shoes, trousers, a shirt and tie materialised on her Master and she turned back to look at him as he started to remove the cushions from himself, a blush darkening his cheeks that matched the one she bore on hers.

"Thanks," He whispered, quickly. "Now, do you want to tell me what that was about?" He asked, louder, his shock fading into irritation.

"You lied to me!" Jeannie retorted angrily, rounding on him. "You said Rabi could come over!"

'So that's his name, at least she knows it.' Tony thought before responding, "I did no such thing young lady."

"You said 'whatever it is just do it'! I wanted to bring Rabi here and spend time with him so I did it!"

He had said that.

He'd known those words would catch him out somewhere down the line.

"And you were rude to him!" Jeannie continued, still obviously very upset.

"Look, I'm sorry!" Tony exclaimed, trying to cool the situation down and Jeannie with it. "Can we…can you….can we talk outside? Without the bats?" He requested calmly, acknowledging the feeling her proximity to him in such an enclosed environment was producing.

Tony landed on the floor with a thump as the round chair of Jeannie's bottle he was sitting on disappeared as they appeared back in his living room, Jeannie standing over him, her arms folded and face stormy.

He thanked her before picking himself up off the floor and dusting himself down, relieved that she'd granted his request of removing the bats. Knowing he had to tread carefully to prevent Jeannie from leaving him with them again he decided the best option was to apologise.

"Look, Jeannie. I'm sorry, I overreacted to him being here and I should have introduced myself, at least given him a chance to speak. Let me make it up to you, huh?"

Jeannie's frosty demeanour melted immediately as her arms dropped and her eyes lit up with excited hope, "He can come back?"

"No," Seeing Jeannie fold her arms again and the angry look return he continued quickly, "I mean let me take you out for dinner." She cocked her head, her face had softened at his offer but her arms were still folded – he was going to have to put more out on the table, "Dinner and a movie," He was getting somewhere but he could see there was still some way to go, "After that we can go for a drive by the beach?"

As a smile spread slowly across Jeannie's lips, Tony knew the deal was made. Whether she deserved all three of her favourite pastimes or even one of them he wasn't sure but at this point he'd do anything to stop her from bringing the bats back.

Nodding and clearing his throat, Tony took a few steps back. Jeannie seemed quite content with their agreement and despite his reservations about it he knew better than to back out. Unsure of what to do in the interim between now and taking Jeannie for dinner, feeling awkward, he looked around, trying to see if there was any residual traces left from the bats. Not seeing any and turning his head back to look at Jeannie he felt a twinge in his neck. He raised his hand to rub at the spot, the fleeting look of discomfort that twisted his features as he did so didn't go unnoticed by Jeannie.

"I have hurt you Master," Jeannie's tone was tinged with self-reproach, her eyes large with regret as she observed him and bit her thumbnail, "Let me help you."

Tony allowed himself to be led over to the sofa by Jeannie as she dropped her hand from her mouth and took his hand. He winced as he sat down, his back aching with the movement. He leaned back as Jeannie walked back around the sofa. Opening her hands out in front of her she blinked an ice pack and pressed it to his neck, leaning her elbows on the top of the sofa.

"Thanks, Jeannie." He murmured, closing his eyes. "So what was your friend doing here anyway?"

"Nothing," Jeannie shrugged, answering coyly, allowing herself to smile without the risk of her Master seeing.

'Somehow I sincerely doubt that,' Tony thought, opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling before closing them again, 'She wouldn't have reacted that badly over nothing…'