Even when she's locked inside her lamp, Genie isn't the type to waste time moping. Instead, she immerses herself in pleasant memories—the conversations she had with the past owners of her lamp, the places she's visited, the things she's eaten. "I wonder what kind of rad stuff I'm gonna see next... Anyways, time to catch some Zs," she murmurs at last, and falls asleep for another ten years.

Even when she's locked inside her lamp, Genie isn't the type to waste time moping. Instead, she immerses herself in pleasant memories—the conversations she had with the past owners of her lamp, the places she's visited, the things she's eaten. "I wonder what kind of rad stuff I'm gonna see next... Anyways, time to catch some Zs," she murmurs at last, and falls asleep for another ten years.