Joseph did a little dance, excited at the possibilities. "Oh I have so many things to wish for! But I probaby shouldn't make wishes out in public." Gene nodded, sagely. "Good idea, Master."
"Alright! I wish we were at home!" Gene smiled, snapping his fingers. Joseph twitched, before repeating his modified wish. "I wish we were at home, with my husband!" Joseph stargazed backwards, disorientated. He was in the foyer of his home, not a dingy alleyway. "Woah!" Gene smiled. "Honey? Is that you?"
A man, in his mid-30s rounded the corner. He was wearing a crisp-white wife-beat, which hugged his gut. His dense blonde beard obscured the confused, but happy grin. Joseph's new husband, George stared incredulously at his husband and the stranger in their foyer. "I thought you wouldn't be back for a few hours, hun. Who is this?"
Joseph tried to train his face. "Oh, this is Gene. He's... a new parishioner at the church. They wanted me to show him the routes we take with the pamphlets." George raised an accusatory eyebrow, eyeing the doubly-thick stack of pamphlets in his husband's hand. "Well the routes never take you close to home. It looks like your not showing him very well either."
Joseph's cheeks flushed crimson. He wasn't very good a lying, especially with George. "Actually, we had already finished a stack. We were just at the church, grabbing more and he wanted to stop by and introduce us. Hello, I'm Gene." The Genie stuck out a hand, which George shook. "Well it's nice to meet you, Gene. I'm sure I'll see you at church on Sunday." George turned to his husband. "You better get back out there. I don't want a call from the priest wondering where you two are." Joseph nodded sheepishly. "Uh, c'mon Gene. We should get back out there."