Lori and Audrey began opening all of the drawers that contained ingredients. They each pulled out a small case and opened it to see what was inside.

"Give me a description, guys." Cassandra called out from her place at the books.

"Um. Blue flower, black stem." Lori picked up one of the flowers to examine it.

After some page flipping Cassandra responded, "That's a Moly!"

"Good!" Lori looked for the 'Moly' label and put the case in its proper place. "One down, a Hell of a lot to go!"

This continued for a while; Lori and Audrey gave descriptions and placed the flowers on which ever shelf Cassandra told them. All was going well until Audrey tried to place Black Mallow flowers were Lori had just placed Blackthorn flowers. The girls paused as they tried to think of what this meant.

"Maybe we should have given better descriptions?" Audrey suggested as she looked down at her box.

Cassandra closed her book. She let out a harsh sigh and rubbed her temples. "Did you ever think maybe they were never out of order to begin with?"

Audrey froze. How had she been so oblivious? Having the girls disorganize the shelves would be a much better prank to play than having him do it himself. She marched over to the pooka and picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

"Aw man, you figured it out!" The little weasel looked downtrodden.

Audrey took him over to the shelves and placed him on the desk. "You're a crafty little devil, but you lost this round. Now help us make everything right."

"Or what?" Puck was determined not to be undermined by three eleven-year-old girls.

"No more warm bed!" Audrey said.

"So what? I'll live in the walls. I've done that before." Puck looked away.

"No more free food!" Audrey leaned in close.

"Pft, I can hunt. I'm still a predator you know." Puck closed his eyes.

Audrey grinned. "No more cup cakes, or belly rubs, or night time lullaby!"

Puck tried to remain strong, but he cracked. He made a whimpering sound. "What a cheap threat!"

Lori slammed down on the desk enthusiastically. "So you'll help?"

The weasel nodded and motioned to the boxes with his paw. "Let me see them and I'll tell you where they go."

Cassandra leaned over to Audrey and whispered, "Can we trust him?"

"Hey, you don't live 79 years in a forest and not learn a thing or two about plants." Puck huffed at her.