Made you a present, Shaun texts.
Then a picture.
Interesting, I replied. (I was at work, which is not exactly the most-conducive environment to flirtextation).
Did you never make these paper fortune tellers when you were a kid?
I’ll tell your fortune next weekend, he said. (He’ll be here for a couple of days, primarily to see Fiona Apple play Boston).
Should I just a buy a cookie?
My fortunes are for real, he said. I’m as good as the genie from Peewee’s Playhouse.
I’d rather you be as good as the genie from Big.
(He knew the genie without having to look it up, which is one of his selling points, his encyclopedic knowledge of 80s movies, from which he can quote dialogue verbatim).
He had skills, I said. Can you do that?
Ill brush up on my genie-ing sills and be even better.