Sitting down at his easel to work more on the painting, later, Jon thought about what had just happened. He looked back over at the bed, and smiled at seeing Karyn sleeping there. He was glad he'd thought to wish the room soundproof while he was painting. Otherwise, half the neighborhood would have known what they were doing. He'd never guessed that Karyn would be so... vocal.
One nice thing about being a successful painter, even if one still just starting out; the rest of the family took it seriously when he put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door.
Having a sudden thought, he looked around the room to see where her clothes were. All he saw was the robe she'd taken off. Picking it up to look at it, he was pleased to see that it now had a large hole in the back, with a flap that could velcro shut so her wings were not impeded. He figured he better wish her clothes into the room here, in case she'd left them in the bathroom or some such. Picking the stone up, he said, "I wish all Karyn's clothes in this house were washed and folded neatly in a pile at my feet."
The first thing he noticed was that the robe he'd been holding seemed to pull out of his hands, and fold itself while falling to his feet. The second thing...
