The Witchy Pup's Enchanted Brew

Previously

…“Okay, cauldron,” he said, looking directly at its shimmering surface. “You’re pretty good at this. What else can we do?” The cauldron gave a low, happy rumble, and the scent of baking cookies, warm and inviting, filled the air. Scotty’s eyes widened. Cookies? That was something he could definitely work with. And maybe, just maybe, with a floating friend and a cauldron that had a mind of its own, they could make something truly special. He looked at Sparky, who was now nudging a stray dust bunny with his nose, looking utterly content. This was much better than a cake, Scotty decided. Much, much better.