The bristles which Cutty was using to clean the mussel shell off made the soft scraping sounds on the rough texture of the back of the shell. It had been a week since he'd seen his potion and he waited to return to it until the exact hour he'd left it-his mind literally interpreting the 'one full week' part of the recipe instructions. Once the mussel's outer shell was free of debris and barnacles, not to mention the soft green moss that liked to grown upon it, Cutty grabbed a metal stirring object and pried the mussel open. The tender and slimy meat inside was cleared away with extra work required for the small, white, scallop-like medallion which stuck remarkably well to the surface of the pearlized inside. So well that Cutty thought it might have somehow been stuck by magic. He took up the brush in his hand and scrubbed at the insides just to assure it's cleanliness.

With a soft plop 'n klunk, the mussel was added to the potion and the fire below it put out. He left it to it's own devices for a moon cycle not neglecting to protect it with magic.