Gendry dreaded potions. His ability to be precise was questionable and precision was very important with potions. He had a tendency to get lost in his own thoughts, especially when the brew times didn't require specific attention at any one time. He took a deep breath and entered the potions room, noting the more well-lit, but still dank classroom. He gingerly nodded a greeting to the professor and walked over to his station and removed his copper kettle and placed it on the table.

As he set it down he recalled the command to gather a pumpkin. He went up and reached for one with a vibrant orange color and returned to his kettle.