"Can't read a damned thing." Ellen leans on the sink. She isn't even sure what to think about this. Ellen wants to just grab Jo and Bill and sink into the sensations and let it be. But they aren't right and they could be damned dangerous - djinn are just a single type of nasty that uses dreams against humans.

"Shouldn't be, but who the hell knows? It's nothing a djinn could do as far as I've ever heard." But Ellen knows that there's a lot she doesn't know.

"You gonna be servin' pie or not, tonight, darlin'?"

"I'll send Jo in with it in a minute. Hold ya damned horses." The old banter strikes a new pang in her heart. She'd only ever wanted Jo to have this. "Go on. Take it to him. We'll see where this goes." She whispers, not sure she wants to know.