Looking back at her plastic cup, Kurumi picked it up off the table and poured its contents into her tank. Hardly enough to even dampen the surface of the clay.

Cup in hand, Kurumi dashed over to the tank filled with sea water, filled it up to the brim, and hurried back to her own small tank where the coral was waiting. She repeated this at least ten times, adding cupful after cupful of of salt water. However, it became very clear to her that this was NOT the most efficient way of doing this since she had barely covered the surface of the clay.

Setting the cup down on the table, Kurumi removed her wand from its turquoise holster and flicked it towards her cup. "Engorgio," she whispered as the cup grew first to twice its size, then twice that, and twice more still.

Now the size of a large bucket, Kurumi returned to the salt water tank, dipped it into the liquid, and struggled to pull it back out. "This weighs about as much as ten Walnuts," she grunted as she slowly waddled back to her station and poured the water into it. She had to repeat this process one more time, but managed to do so after only spilling half of the contents of the second giant cup on the deck.

Arms throbbing a bit from carrying such a heavy load across the boat, Kurumi slouched down in her seat for a moment to observe her purple coral in its tank. She would get to the next step in just a bit.