The healer offered him a swab and retrieved it from him, dropping it into the bowl, making the potion change colours once again. Crumplebottom covered the bowl with a flat glass plate and looked at Zacharias. "It will take approximately ten minutes, Mr. Smith. I will leave the two of you alone and return in a moment. I am sure it goes without saying, but don't touch the potion, please."
Marietta watched as the healer walked out the room, her gaze turning to the potion on the table to her right. It was an odd purplish colour, which probably meant absolutely nothing seeing as she wasn't even pregnant, but that didn't really matter. She looked at Zacharias pointedly. "So if it does happen to be your child, what are your plans for it, exactly?"