It was good that Mo hadn't dropped any eggshells into the cauldron, as he had absolutely ZERO desire to fish around in the concoction for bits and bobs. Still, the information on the eggshell was carefully annotated in his notes before he moved on.

Armadillo bile. What part of an armadillo made bile, and how was it categorically different than the bile of any other animal? Mo pondered the aspects of bile as he carefully measured his portion into a new phial and set it to one side. Now for the fun bit! Vigorously stirring. VIGOROUSLY. It said it right there! He stirred the potion quickly, watching the mixture slosh up the sides of the cauldron and drop out of the middle. Only when it was close to spilling over the sides did Mo remove the stirrer and pour in the bile.

As he waited for the potion to come back to a settled stop, Mo returned to his notes and added the part about vigorous stirring with underlines and exclamation points. And stars and balloons and things. He peeked at the potion, noting it had stopped. What was next?

Flobberworm mucus! The stuff was pretty gross, and Mo made faces at the goop in its container. Wooden spoon? Why did it need a wooden spoon? Mo almost asked, ALMOST, but instead opted to shove the goop from its container and into the cauldron.