"Okay," Ford said, taking another breath. He thought it he said as little as possible, he could get through it. Maybe if they were phrased like instructions, instead of like he was recounting what had happened when Darrow had done it. In any case, he could get through this. If he tried to say something and it didn't work, he'd just change the phrasing and try again, because he needed to give information as much information as possible to figure this out. This potion was the more important of the two, after all. Ford was curious about what Darrow had been brewing for himself, but he wouldn't lose sleep over it. It wasn't Darrow's potion that had spurred that boggart from a few days ago. Ford needed to know what Darrow had done to him, though with everything that had been going on so far tonight he thought he was starting to get an idea.

"This one first," he said, fingertips touching one of the vials of powder. "Like a tablespoon or two, maybe. And then this — a handful of this. Then... this, and this, and — that one," he continued, pointing them out as he went. He hadn't seen the amounts on any of those, but knew he couldn't say it that explicitly, so instead he shook his head. "I'm not sure how much. Then the sprig of this one, but combined with this other thing here. And then a break before the rest of the ingredients. An hour, maybe."