Tilden sat across from Dirk, a bubbling cauldron between them. He'd been doing his best not to jump in and try to help with whatever it was Dirk was making, but admittedly, it was rather difficult. He'd had to physically bite his tongue a couple of times, having worked rather intimately with the ingredients he was using, Tilden knew a couple of tricks to use them to their fullest potential. It wasn't as if Dirk was doing a poor job, on the contrary, really. But the potioneer in Tilden just wanted to take over for him, even though he still wasn't quite clear on what he was doing. "What exactly are you making again?" He questioned curiously, head tilting slightly as he examined what was laid out between them.