That is what Genette told me, when I arrived. Granting wishes to others.

[Shirley hadn't told Dirk about it specifically, but it's no surprise he figured it out. She wasn't exactly being subtle. She'd wanted to learn more about her power, honestly, but that requires testing. If making a drink is enough to knock her out, what would something bigger look like?

Shirley isn't sure she wants to find out, so she stands up and nods at Dirk. Her tone is aloof and formal, but it lacks the reluctance of her original request.]

Thank you for taking care of me. I don't know if I'll be testing this again.

[A beat.]

I don't know what happened to that drink, but I hope you got to have it for your troubles.