It glimmers slightly oddly in the light. Probably just a trick of the light. (He's feeling surly, and doesn't have to say hello right away.)

She forgets to take off the ring and eventually finds her raincoat. Temps gets ready to go out.

He is compelled to consult his wish-sense to see what this person might want to wish for, much as he'd like to sulk about the sheer wastefulness of his previous bearer instead.

When she out in the rain, she absently extends her hand out. Away from the umbrella's cover. Letting the feeling of raindrops on her skin. She notices that she forgot the ring on, and absently caresses it with her thumb, feeling the combined feeling of metal and water.

In so far she is wishing for anything, it's just a desire to experience and enjoy the moment. Absently wondering if she could get away with running uncovered in the way on the way back. Some people let rainy days ruin their mood. Temperance is not one of those people.

The sense he is getting is adventure. Options unfold in his mind - new senses, the chance to teleport, bending fate to have her meet interesting people...

Better than the ones who'd respond well to a fortune to waste and revenge. He'll wait to say anything until she's alone and indoors.

She does some grocery shopping and nabs a small pastry to eat on the way back. Before she goes inside, she pulls down the raincoat's hoodie and lets the rain touch her face for a few seconds. Then inside she goes.

The ring emits a faint wisp of smoke.

"Hello, Temperance. You have found yourself a genie ring, and with it wishes three I am bound to grant you."

"Eep!" Temperance lets out. Though she doesn't drop her shopping bag.

She extends the ring away from her body and inspects it. "What?"

Yes, yes, shock and confusion.

"I am a genie. You do not recognize this ring, do you? I'm cursed, trapped in it, and I must explain your right to three wishes, and grant them if you make any. I can prove it a number of ways with small magics."

"Okay... as far as pranks go, one with magic tricks sounds like interesting." Temperance says tentatively.

A warm blueberry muffin appears and floats in front of her.

!!!

Temperance reaches outs and takes a nibble.

It tastes entirely real, heat and weight and smell and taste. And delicious. But it stops floating as soon as she grabs it.

Non! Temperance bounces, realizes someone is watching (?), and then decides to bounce again anyway. "This is so cool." She takes another bite.

"I suppose you can think so. It's a very, very old hat to me."

"Oh, yes. You said you're trapped. Is there a way for me to free you?"

"...No. Kind of you to ask, but alas, it seems impossible. Nothing I have seen or tried yet has done it. If you pity me- Leave me alone and don't wish for anything particularly horrible."

"Honestly, I have no idea what to wish for. Or rather have too many ideas. But nothing horrible? I don't know. No desires to become an evil queen or whatever."

"Nah, I'm not getting that sense from you. More 'wander around Brazil' than 'diamonds and poolboys'."

"Aha. You got that right. Uh... how did you get it right? Have you been following me around before I found you in that box? How did you get there?"

"I have a sense for what people might want to wish for. I call it the temptation engine. You know, to tempt assholes into wishing unwise wishes that I can twist back upon them in an ironic twist-of-fate sort of way. Or just a mean one if I'm feeling uncreative."

"Huh... why?"

"Hmm, do I have to explain myself to you? On one level, yes, the curse makes me tell you what you may wish for. But on another level, no I don't. Still. Suffice it to say that stupid, boring wishes get really really old, and one might resent that."

"Ah, right. Cursed. Sorry. Is there anything..." She tries to come up with a word. "I don't know, any triggers or something?"

"It's not your responsibility to coddle me. If you say the words 'I wish' carelessly, you may force my hand to act on something stupid."