Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Bangin' rack and yard milkshake,
Above the cauldron boil and bake.
Mortar, pestle, grind to dust,
Held in hands you know to trust.
A whim to follow, to make a potion,
and dashed glances at this notion.
And who to make this problem known?
The fiancée! (But not alone).
Fae friends of old, ideas new,
Thal's tools borrowed, ruined in blue.













