“Of course there isn’t!” Christine replied happily. She became suddenly serious, however, at his next question. She did remember that time, and it had been a somber conversation. She nodded once and in her most serious tone repeated “I will not taste it.” Then he placed the container on the ground and for a second it had her attention. Until, that is, he mentioned her birthday. “Will you come and eat dinner with us for my birthday? Mother says we are having my favorite meal. I would be so-” before Christine could finish, the cap had been removed from container and her eyes were glued to the liquid inside. They widened in awe and she gasped as the liquid moved. Bending down, she reached out as if to touch it and barely heard what her uncle was saying. Not that she could understand all of it even if she had been paying attention.<br/><br/>Then he waved his hand and repeated himself. Christine looked up at him and nodded. She did remember that she could play with metal things. When Uncle Anton suggested that she put the iron pins in her face scrunched up in concern. “But won’t that hurt him?!” She had seen how it looked as though it took a breath a moment ago, and caught the part of her uncle’s explanation that it would listen to her. She had even decided to name it Argent.<br/><br/>She stared at her uncle for a moment, obviously slightly upset that he was telling her to hurt the gift he had just given her, when something seemed to click together in her small mind. Her Uncle had said that she could mix metal things with it and it will grow bigger. So mixing metal was possible, and mixing was different than attacking. And it would make it grow big. So maybe it wouldn’t hurt.<br/><br/>Christine took a deep breath and focused on the iron pins for a moment. They flew out of her uncle’s hand, but stopped short of the silver liquid. Biting her bottom lip, she wanted to show her uncle a new trick she had. More than that, though, she felt that it would be easier to mix the iron in if she played with it a bit more. The iron pins moved beside each other and after a moment of her playing with its structure, liquefied. Christine then pushed the liquid iron towards the silver liquid, attempting to mix the two.