When Gawd stopped talking the newly-created-from-spare-rib-being-who-didn't-care-for-her-rather-disturbing-name, stared after the direction of his voice and noticed in the distance this amazing looking tree that hadn't been there before. It was beautiful, glowing.

"Adom look at that," she whispered.  But Adom's mind was already consumed with this one thing he had to do. He had a distracted, quizzical look about his face and didn't even notice when she spoke, which highly disturbed her.

"Gawd!" she cried out unnerved. "Wait, Gawd, did you plant that - that tree? That's a really nice looking tree, Gawd. Sparkly. Look, come back and help us.  We're kind of stuck and I'd kind of also like a better name - if you wouldn't mind suggesting something - maybe.  We could really use some help with..."

"DON'T TOUCH IT! DON'T GO ANYWHERE NEAR IT! IT'S MINE!"

...to which the female being raised up her eyebrow, put up her hand and turned her back on the Lard, which was her new secret name for him.

Then, bored with Adom, resentful of having been rebuffed by Gawd, curious and knowing nothing whatsoever of spontaneous emissions of streams of particles or electromagnetic rays in nuclear decay, did she first defy the Lard and saunter over to it without even wondering if it might be radioactive.