Patrick nodded his head as Professor Nobel mentioned his fruit theory. It was good in thought, or attempt anyways. He listened intently and took as many notes on the recipe as he could as to not screw it up. He was now down to step seven.
He needed petals. One
big, one
small.
He plucked the big and small petal before he began to roll the petals in his fingers. Professor wasn't too far off when he compared it to a wad of paper. His friends back in the states used to make spit balls like this. After 'crushing' the petals he began to roughly chop the petals. He was a bit nervous about how rough to chop them but figured his were chopped enough.
He dropped them into the cauldron he began to stir counter clockwise,
"one, two, three," he mumbled under his breath as he peered over the edge of the cauldron noticing the purple color. He had gotten the chop right on this one. He quickly walked away in order to wash his hands.