Watching as she fumbled through her basket, trotting around her cauldron to mix her ingredients just right, he observed her as she slowly plopped in ingredient after ingredient. He had no clue how her brews worked, but she seemed to have a special method of tossing them into different spots within her massive cauldron, and thus she was slowly walking in a circle around the pot. First the herbs went in, then some berries, and the first few potions. He figured it was going smooth as silk, but, as she pulled out a thick bundle of herbs, he noticed the pink potion she had grabbed from before was pushed up and out of the basket by it.