[Cyrus bit down on his lip lightly and opened his book, flipping through the contents and the index first to try and locate the appropriate section before flipping to a page with a very obvious little stain on the corner--most likely from his previous attempt.]

Thir?

[Cyrus said as he started to fumble with getting the ingredients needed from his case.]

Why did you have uth make thith one in the firtht plath? Thouldn't thith be thomething that older thudenth make?