That thing about how a watched cauldron never boils? It was apparently true, because Mo was watching and watching and watching, and his cauldron wasn't turning any color in particular. Water-colored, actually.

Mo poked at the flame a bit, and then he yelped loudly when he peeked back into his cauldron and found that the liquid had suddenly turned a vibrant turquoise. FINALLY. He held his robes up out of the way and he leaned waaaaaay in to check on how the liquid was merrily simmering away, and then Mo lowered himself back to the floor.

What next? One measure of doxy eggs... which was three of the little eggs. Funny thing... if he didn't stick these in a pot of boiling water, would he be able to grow up his own doxies and have incredibly vicious and loyal pets? HMM? Guess he'd never know, 'cause he dropped those three eggs into the cauldron and waited for the potion to turn pink.