The cauldron hisses in your small hut, your brother was not at home, and you decided to imagine yourself as a witch and brew a love potion from the ingredients for decoctions.

Throwing in the last rose petal, you filled a glass bottle with scarlet liquid and hid it in the back pocket of your apron, quickly returning the cauldron to its place and washing away the smell from it

At that moment the door slammed and your brother came into the hut, putting his leather bag on the floor, he sniffed

Walter: Does the little witch want to tell me something?