Emma jumped a bit at the door opening, blinking at the man that came out. She at first thought he might be someone that worked the farm. But she was quickly told otherwise. "Oh... yes I brought my... uhm, well I'm not entirely sure what to call her." She lifted up the jar and looked into it. "Most call her a slime but she doesn't like being called that because it makes her sound gross. I mean, that's why I think she doesn't want to be called that. I'm not really sure exactly why." She set the jar on the ground and started undoing the lid. It took quite a bit of effort as she grunted pitifully, apparently having put it on just a bit too tight. "She doesn't like to be stuck in one spot against her will for very long so, I hope you don't mind." The lid popped off, and the goo just sat there. It didn't move or anything for a moment, but finally it bubbled a bit before rising up. It seemed to expand, growing a bit  bigger than one would think it could with how it fit in the jar. Perhaps it was just hollow though.<br/><br/>The slime girl started to take form, and when she finished she was not only the same size as Emma, but had copied every last detail of her... everything. She looked the same in every way, right down to the clothing. The only real difference of course, was that the girl was made out of blue goo and the details sort of blended with each other. Instead of talking, she just made a strange sound. Like one might if they were stuck inside a bubble or under water. It certainly wouldn't be considered 'words' by anyone's standards. "This is Maria. She... likes to copy me. But she can turn into pretty much anything."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>