Whimsical Misadventures CYOA

Amidst the earthy smells and powerfully pungent reagents, Zecora hummed as she stirred her mesmerizing brew. She tosses herbs and crushed petals, laughing in her lovely, deep and resonate voice.

"It is time for the last addition. What shall help me in this decision?

A random pony barges in.
She finished the potion without issue.
Something else?