After many unsuccessful attempts at trying to get the Princess to pay him some attention, Aladdin ended up-ahem I'm sorry Prince Ali-turned out to be a huge disappointment. He'd stuttered and stammered and spluttered that he had servants who looked exactly like him who go to the marketplace for his servants, so no it wasn't him that she met.

"No…" Jasmine said, giving up, dejectedly leaning against Rajah. "I guess not."

"Enough about you, Casanova," came an annoyed buzzing in his ear. "Talk about her!"

"Huh?"

"She's smart, fun, the hair, the eyes, anything! Pick a feature!"

Aladdin tried again. "Princess Jasmine? You're very…"

"Wonderful, glorious, magnificent… Punctual!"

"Punctual!"

"Punctual?"

"Sorry."

"Beautiful," he blurted out at the last minute. (Aladdin didn't even know what the term punctual meant, but the way Jasmine made it sound made him want to recant.)

"Nice recovery," Bee Genie cheered in his ear.

But as we all know, that didn't last. After Jasmine got in his face with that "stuffed-shirt, swaggering (What princess uses the word swaggering with a straight face?) peacock" comment, and pulled his turban over his head, and told him to jump off a balcony, Aladdin was so mortified he was seriously considering it. Jumping off a balcony, that is. Into an ocean. With rocks. Lots of rocks. Sharp rocks.

At least now Jasmine knew what all that fumbling was about.

Genie didn't teach him to lie well. Genie didn't teach him to lie at all; he'd been the one to insist that Aladdin tell the truth-that he wasn't really a pompous prince but instead a smooth-talking street rat-and the whole Prince Ali charade ended up being a disaster because Aladdin was ill-prepared.

If Aladdin could recall, it all fell apart when Genie stopped talking to him because he couldn't particularly guarantee his freedom. Genie could be so petty sometimes. But his cold shoulder sure didn't last long; Genie was packing, shackle-free within hours.

Still. Genie was always getting him into situations like this.

But then… Genie was always there to get him back out of trouble again. And if he was being completely honest, Aladdin kind of liked getting into situations like this. It was always an adventure. Now, there would be no more.

… Well there would always be adventures, but not like they were.