He finally had the smelling salts back. And fortunately, Noble was now on the case. Oh, rennervate. Yeah, that would definitely be a better solution than smelling salts. Because come to think of it, hadn't Ronan been mentioning something about an allergy? Finn had been busy trying not to make Noble mad and making his potion, but he remembered hearing that now. "I'll hold onto these just in case, then.." he muttered, his voice trailing away feebly. He decided it would be better to just back away and let the professor handle things now. Plus, when Ronan did come to, he didn't need to be crowded.


Well, despite being gone from his station for a bit, his pumpkin water seemed to still be simmering alright. So he scraped up his moth powder and dumped it into his cauldron. Oh, have to finish getting this into my notebook. His head was still with Ronan.

Notes completed, he grabbed his stirring rod. "Four clockwise stirs," he read. To Hanna, he said, "I always start each rotation in front of me every single potion I brew. That way I don't forget where I began." His own personal safeguard. Stir, stir, stir, stir. By three and a half it was starting to be green. After four, it still didn't look like grass. So, he gave it an extra quarter stir and, sure enough, grass. "Wow, my powder still wasn't fine enough even after that much work?" Ridiculous.