There was a man with a book that said "Genie of the Lamp." I'm quite familiar with djinn, and though he didn't seem to be one, I could at least tell him what I know and -- ah!
[It's kind of a strangled, distressed sort of "ah!" While he was talking, he'd decided to take he girl's words to heart and fuss a bit with his hair. Pulling on it had done nothing. Plucking a hair out had done nothing, not even hurt enough to make him tear up so he could test that. However, when he'd combed his fingers through the small bit of hair not covered by his keffiyeh, he felt something fall out into his hand. When he looks to see what it is, he finds it to be a small, perfect emerald.]
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[It's kind of a strangled, distressed sort of "ah!" While he was talking, he'd decided to take he girl's words to heart and fuss a bit with his hair. Pulling on it had done nothing. Plucking a hair out had done nothing, not even hurt enough to make him tear up so he could test that. However, when he'd combed his fingers through the small bit of hair not covered by his keffiyeh, he felt something fall out into his hand. When he looks to see what it is, he finds it to be a small, perfect emerald.]
What?!