As Jay went to the gym, he pondered about all that had happened before his very eyes. Unless his sight deceived, well, he was now in possession of a bonafide genie. And though he'd have to be careful, very careful even, it still signified opportunities he would never have dreamed of not even an hour ago. He could alter his life for the best without a care for consequences or money or any price! Or so he thought. Jay then started to lost all the things he could do and that would benefit him greatly. As well as a few possible wishes about helping others too. Maybe if he asked for superpowers, then he could find ways to come to the aid of those who deserved a hand. Besides, Jay was very hopeful that he'd get three wishes. Certainly out of the three he could spare one that would benefit mankind? Like curing cancer or solving world hunger or wars. Yes, that would be good. Yet he still focused heavily upon what he could ask for himself. Being rich and famous, as well as scoring easily with girls came to his mind. Looks and wealth, or rather, sex and wealth, were common wishes but very practical in this world regardless. Not original but very useful for sure. Being very powerful was a good one too.
But as he happily let his thoughts wonder and float away, the movement of his backpack rubbed your lamp and your smoke filled the bouncing closed bag. You couldn’t materialize so you were just smoke filling a backpack. Quite frustrating for you, until you heard Jay mumble a wish. A possible wish, that is, and Jay spoke out loud sometimes, but this wasn't you concern. You granted it on the spot. You'd show yourself to Jay as he came to grips with his transformation and explain to him he had to wishes left.