“I have been thinking,” Nandor said, his eyes wide with a rare spark of inspiration. “I wish for a companion. But not just any companion. I want my favorite wife back. Marwa.”
“That is fine,” Nandor waved him off. “Guillermo will explain the internet to her. It is basically the same thing as magic anyway.” The LampWhat We Do in the Shadows : Season 4 Ep...
The Djinn leaned against a support beam, watching the reunion with a flat expression. “Just a reminder, Master. You wished for her to be exactly as you remembered. Which means she still thinks the Earth is flat and that illness is caused by an imbalance of the humors.” “I have been thinking,” Nandor said, his eyes
“Marwa!” Nandor cheered, throwing his arms wide. “The war has been over for seven hundred years! Welcome to Staten Island. It is like the afterlife, but with more strip malls.” I want my favorite wife back
The Djinn was bored. For a being that had spent five centuries trapped in a brass oil lamp, boredom was a relative term, but living in the Staten Island pantry with Guillermo de la Cruz was a new level of administrative tedium.
Nandor the Relentless sat on a pile of decorative Persian rugs, staring intensely at the lamp. He rubbed it with the sleeve of his velvet cape. With a weary puff of purple smoke, the Djinn appeared, holding a clipboard and wearing his signature vest.
As Nandor led a bewildered Marwa upstairs to meet Nadja and Laszlo, the Djinn checked a box on his form. He looked at the remaining wishes and then at the messy pantry. With a small, rebellious smirk, he used a fraction of his own power to make a small plate of very high-quality dates appear on the shelf.