“Wait a minute.” Savannah jumped up and smacked her symbols, forcing three more to pop up. “What in Sam Hill is this shit? Please, sir, can we not have some more?”

Thiago cocked his head to the side. “What does this saying mean? What is a Sam hell? I know I’m not American⁠—”

“It’s Sam Hill,” Kessler said with a chuckle. “Her accent just makes the hill sound like hell.”

“This gives me more questions,” Thiago mumbled.

“Sam Hill is a guy who lived a while back who, according to the story, used such foul language that his name became a euphemism for swear words.”

“And Sam Hill would be swearin’ at this here garbage too!” Savannah glared at the symbols. “What are we supposed to do with more of them?”

“More of them. That’s it, Savannah. More. These are new potions she’s gotta make. Just like the nausea one.” Lennox’s eyes went wide. She poked at her symbol and two more popped up. “Those smaller symbols are the ingredients.”

“Poke your bears, please,” I said in a rush. “Come on, let me see.”

Everyone shrugged and touched their own symbols, causing more to drop down beneath them.

Lennox laughed in a short burst. She held up two big vials. “The original symbols Frankie saw will be what goes on the label of the newly finished potions she makes. The smaller symbols are our ingredients list and those are on this table.”

Seamus grinned. “That’s what your magic collected from the Apothecary.”

Kessler nodded but he was frowning. “Why are some pink and some blue?”

Tenn’s face fell. “Hope’s angelic runes are pink.”

Tim shuddered. “I don’t like that.”

Royce smacked the table, then smacked Thiago and pointed to us.

Thiago rolled his eyes. “I do believe my boyfriend would like you to know that’s his line.”

“You have to make all these potions?” Seamus stood up and eyed the symbols, then looked to the table and then back. When I nodded, he nodded. “We better get started. How many cauldrons you got?”

Willow cleared her throat to get our attention. “How does Tegan do that? Put them in the book?”

Tenn shrugged and reached up. He grabbed his symbols, then dragged them down toward the Book of Shadows. The page flashed but when the light faded, the new symbols appeared beneath his others, so I copied his move and in my peripheral vision I saw everyone else did too. In a matter of seconds, we had all of the symbols and the ingredients list updated in the book.

“Wicked.” I chuckled. “So, I guess we just have to match these up and start brewing.”

Mona hopped up from the stairs from downstairs. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. “I hear we’re making potions?”

Kessler scowled. “How’d you—Bentley?”

He shrugged. “I texted her. We’re going to need help.”