"Alright," said Max, eying the squashed down metal carefully, and finding it sufficiently smashed. He picked it up with his hands (this was the nicest part about being a charizard by far, it was still hot and it hurt but it couldn't do any lasting damage) and set it into the furnace to keep hot. He turned back to Char.

"I ain't much of a silversmith, but I can handle this. We've got two options here. The first is, you help me melt the silver down to get it into a sheet of the right size and thickness, then I bang at it with a hammer for a couple of hours, no heat needed, 'cause it's silver, then I polish it, put the enamel on, and you give me a small, bright flame to melt the glass without meltin' the silver. Second option is we make it outta steel, and do the same thing, only we start with a steel bar and shape it out all with hammer blows, and 'cause it's steel, I gotta have it hot the entire time. Less worry about meltin' the steel than meltin' the silver to set the enamel."

"Second option's got you doin' more the entire time; it's probably a little more interestin' for you, a little more difficult for me the second way, but I'm fine with that if you're fine with that."