Gabe looked up at the girl, his hazel eyes staring her down, and then he looked at the spoon. Melt the spoon. "I... I can't." Well this was partly true. He could warm the spoon... but not melt it. Wouldn't he get in trouble? Ruining property of the house...

He looked up at the girl again and then over at the fork beside him. Instead of taking the spoon from the girl's hand, gabe grabbed hold of the fork beside him. He picked it up, letting heat travel to his finger tips, counting inside of his head- and thinking don't screw this up. With eyes closed, a light fire covered his hands, as it warmed the fork, and he bent the prongs in swirls, and turned the fork in a circular shape. Then he counted once again.

He opened his eyes, hand cool now. "Here." He muttered softly, grabbing hold of the girl's hand softly and slipping the fork over her hand, as a bracelet. The fork now resembled a bracelet, and the prongs, swirls- almost like octopus tentacles.