Ali could not believe this woman she was talking a mile a minute and he was having trouble keeping up with her.  Hell why did she have to know everything, even he didn't know everything.  Well maybe he did, but did that mean he had to share with her those facts.<br/><br/>He had sat down in a chair and took the tea that she had offered him and he took a sip.  The next thing he did was spit the tea all over the place, "That has got to be the most god awful stuff I have ever tasted."  Ali could not help it, he had only been drinking his own personal magic tea forever.  He was never allowed to eat or drink his master's things before.<br/><br/>Ali snapped his fingers and cleaned up the mess he made and conjured a fresh cup of tea for himself and sat back to try and consider what she had asked him.<br/><br/>"How old are you, 12"  Ali asked rather rudely "Why do you care if mystical creatures and storybook characters are real?"  Ali wondered.  He thought she would more interested in him, which she was but he wasn't going to tell her everything.  "Would you like me to wish them real?"  Ali said with a smirk, that would get one of them out of the way, but then of course bringing stories to life would not be a pretty sight.<br/><br/>"I was but in that infamous bottle a very long time ago and have spent most of my time in it.  Outside of the bottle I could careless about what is going on."  Ali said as he sipped his tea, "Of course magic is real or I would not be here."