Well, that was entirely unhelpful, Caterina. Not only did she not know the differences between elves and humans... but she didn't cook with wine vinegar. Mo stuck his tongue out at her before sniffing the cup again. He liked how it smelled... sort of like salads, if he had to put a name to it.

"You know these Dransuls are meat eaters? So it's sort of like my exact opposite, right? I'm an animal that only eats plants and its a plant that only eats animals. I should be a Dransul best friend or something," Mo chatted blithely with Cat, whether she listened or not... so more like AT Cat, as he carefully laid one of the leaves in the bottom of his mortar. He attacked it with the pestle, crushing any semblance of shape or form out of the leaf.

Was there supposed to be some sort of liquid produced, though? He lifted the pestle and frowned at the contents. Mucky yucky mess. Better keep crushing. It only took a few more rounds of the pestle before Mo spotted the Dransul acid on the dark stone surface.

Where was his dropper? Did he have one? Mo patted down his pockets, patted down Cat's pockets, and finally found it under his book. Oops. Using the dropper, he siphoned up the acid and carefully added three drops to his cauldron.

One... two... aaaaaaand three.