The flowers and leaves seemed to have dried pretty well, and Mo swept them all back off to one side so he could focus on the more troublesome items in his bag. The wheat grass, for one. It wasn't like you could plunk an entire blade of grass in your hot water. Or maybe you could, but it seemed like it would be harder to drink if you got a mouth full of grass.

The roots and the thick bottom parts of each blade were a little muddy, so Mo carefully rinsed them with directed "Aguamenti." He let that water pour onto the flower rather than chance getting his dried flowers and things damp, and it was short work to "Tergeo" the puddle away before someone slipped in it.

See how it was all coming together? Where was Bentley? Was she impressed by him? It was always so hard to tell with her. Shrugging, he returned his attention to his work station, laying out the grass and cutting it into manageable bits. The roots were discarded, and the rest he diced up with "Diffindo".

And FINALLY he was ready to dry the wheat grass. Mo spread out the mound of grassy bits before drawing the clockwise circles over it. "Siccus Aerous. Siccus Aerous." Now he could sweep the dried wheat grass into the pile with his other ingredients.