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Prompt: Aladdin(1992), Genie&Carpet, how they first met
"I wish this carpet could fly!" the girl (his sixteenth master...or is it seventeenth, or eighteenth - it's getting difficult to remember) screams, after the rolled up rug gets tossed off the balcony, with her still rolled up inside.
A second later and the carpet is soaring instead of dropping, tassels flapping in the wind, and he says, "I told you so - those people don't like suspicious gifts, even when they don't come with spy-flavored filling, and besides, the pattern on that thing - ugh!"
She glares at him, which is not unexpected (he's going to have to learn to stop insulting his masters one day, if he ever means to be free), but the funny thing is, he's pretty sure the rug's glaring too, and suddenly he wonders if this sheepish, uncomfortable guilt is what it feels like to be a parent who's just inadvertently insulted their own child.