"You know, I remind him that traditionally a familiar isn't given nearly this level of freedom or agency, which in this case would mean he'd be a great handkerchief. Only then there's that business of how some unconventional half-witch invited him into this venture as a partner..."

Sabrina laughs, warm and happy with the memory, and easily turns her focus to sliding her fingertips, featherlight, up the inside of Rosie's wrist. "I'll tell you as many times as you want," she promises. "You look so, so lovely. Makes my heart turn over when I'm least expecting it."