Lena's hands visibly clench. She speaks with tension and a thread of defensiveness, pausing between her two phrases. The Genie responds quietly, without triumph or judgment — minimal. Pause. His gaze shifts downward to the classic golden genie oil lamp — small, ornate, curved spout, looped handle — in Lena's hand. He speaks slowly. Lena looks down at the lamp. Something shifts in her expression...
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