Belle bites her lip anxiously, while looking at the bright green mist that is rising from the cauldron and crawling on the floor.
"…Do you think it's going to work?"
Zelena glances at her over her shoulder.
"Do you doubt my skills, love?" She asks in mocked offense but doesn't stop stirring the stuff in the kettle.
Belle smiles apologetically at her. "I wouldn't dare. It's just that… the green mist freaks me out."
"Oh. That's normal, happens with all potions. You'll get used to it after some time." She explains and tosses a feather into the kettle.