Unlike some of the other students, Calla hovered behind, taking her time to select her ingredients, drifting through the tables at the front to pluck something up here and there. She'd resolved to treat the whole thing like a class so she didn't get as stressed. Eventually, though, she did get settled in to start and found herself in a comfortable rhythm. Wit-sharpening. Suppose if they brewed it right they'd be allowed to take it for the next round? Mmm. Probably not, it would set those who hadn't done as well in the first round at a disadvantage and that wouldn't be fair. Near the end, Calla decided she was done and that staring into the cauldron would prove no benefit and raised her hand.