What a start: He jutted a shaved round chin at the dead djinn’s naked penis: a midnight-blue thing that hung near to the knee. “I’ve seen full-grown cobras that were smaller. A man can’t help but feel jealous, with that staring him in the face.”

I love that the Wizards Butler is in this quest because when I read it I wouldn't have considered it as such, but on reflection it totally is, it is fantasy, it is low stakes, and it also has some found family.

I think the fact that the story is from Rogers perspective, and he is not magical, and is sceptical of magic and its existence through the story, and I think also his formality from both his role as a Butler and his history in the Army, dont obviously lend themselves the the MC of a cosy fantasy story, but it is wonderfully done.

I think it has given me pause to consider what other stories may fit under this genre that aren't as obvious.