Emmalyn was thankful she had taken off her mask when asked, even if she hadn’t kept it off until Professor Noble instructed them to put them back on. Yes, she should have listened more carefully but hadn’t meant to disobey. Either way, she had collected her half-cup of spadix and third-cup of spathe and was ready to continue with the assignment.

Just as she was about to head up to gather her next ingredients, she heard Chloe’s question. “Um, I believe a glug is just over a tablespoon. You know, when you pour the oil and it gives that first glug sound of air going back in the container.” This was not something the average second year would know. However, it was something the daughter of a professional pastry chef would know. After years of spending every day after school and every weekend watching him work, a lot of the unique terminology sunk in. But, as soon as she responded, her eyes darted to Professor Noble, hoping she was remembering correctly.

Eager to get back to her seat, she collected the one cup of fresh crup urine, wondering who had the pleasure of obtaining a big jug of it, the medium clove of garlic, and put a good glug of castor oil in the bottom of her cauldron. She hurried back to her station and waited with building curiosity over when toenails would be added to the mix.