Show and tell.

“Are we playing Truth or Dare?” Ashes asks playfully.

The glass container spins around in a blur, moving clockwise from person to person… only, a certain sentient substance was dying to go first.

“Me! Me! Me!” Sammy begged, sprinting around the table; trying her best to stay in the bottles direction.

When the bottle came to a slow, and steady stop, Sammy leapt fully onto the table, landing in front of the bottle.

“Yay!”

“This is exactly what I was trying to avoid with the bottle…” I grumble. “Ugh… fine. Sammy is first.”

Sliding off the table, Sammy stood tall, her chest puffed out. “I… don’t know how to explain better, but; I punch things.”

She raises her fists up high, transforming them into a spiked ball, and an anvil.

“That’s fine.” I sigh. “I’ll use one of my blessings to see what you can do, and Cilla can help with what I don’t understand.”

The fuzzball in question shot me a look that said “You have a blessing that can do what?!” before walking over to my side, her cheeks puffed up.

Activating God’a Eye, I look into Sammy’s being. “Class: Slugger, a ‘Tier II’ Monk evolution… Tier II?”

Her mood instantly switching from irritated, to jubilant; Cilla begins to do her favorite thing. “Class evolutions are tiered by both power, and level of progression down one’s field of expertise. Tier II is pretty much the baseline for being more than dead weight in… anything, really. Tier I Classes are usually held by young children.”

Sammy begins clapping. “Teacher is the smartest!”

The hooded handler hides a blush. “Oh please, this is like… two plus two…”

Soaking in the information, I continue. “Slime Type: Solidifying, Acidic, and Multiplying? I thought you two said that slimes had two of those three types at most?” Pointing at the Mousey Mage and the Nympho Necrosmith.

“We did!” The two day in unison; only for Ashes to say. “Jinx! You owe me… a hug.”

“Aw, Ashie…” Zana says, giving her owed embrace immediately.

“It must be something to do with her being created…” Says Cilla. “Can you check her Absorption capabilities”

“Like, her stomach?” I ask, looking at the slowly dissolving Honey Fish that was still floating around in Sammy.

The Red Hood shakes her head. “No; Slimes can leech the Cosmic Vibrations of others through contact. This can function as either raw energy, or a larger safeguard against Vibrosis. I’m wondering if her Creator altered that in any way…”

I peer into Sammy once more, disappointed by my findings. “God’s Eye doesn’t go into detail on anything beyond the fact she can do it.”

Zana makes what I can only describe as a ‘sqwee’ noise. “I could run tests with Sammy to see if she absorbs at a faster or slower rate than average!”

“I like tests! I always color every box!” Sammy says proudly; referring to the multi-answer quizzes Cilla had been putting the two of us through during lessons.

“Ok, finally, on to spells…” I say, gazing once more into the gooey abyss. “I… see one. Mimic.”

“Oh! That’s from my first job!” Says the sloshy slime. “Mimic!”

Sammy then assumes the shape of one of the chairs, as her gooey membrane begins to change to match the texture of the wooden furniture. Once finished, she is indistinguishable from any of the other chairs.

Reverting from her furnished form, Sammy says. “I got to be a treasure chest for some goblins! I… accidentally ate their chieftain when he opened me…”

Sammy’s embarrassed look was odd, off-putting, even; given I had only ever seen her quite literally “bouncing off the walls” happy.

Thankfully, Klyde bursts into laughter, which returns her smile in an instant.

Finally, he’s done something useful.

“I think that’s it for Sammy…” I say, spinning the bottle.

“Let’s see who’s next”