"I may be five," Sabrina informs him, "but I still have a job, and the job means a tooth delivery. They'll let you sign. They aren't exactly the most..." She can't find a word to replace legal and so she doesn't. "And a week?"

Maybe it's a little whiny, considering she remembers when this has happened to other people, but a week seems like an absolute eternity.

"I might be six," she acknowledges after a moment, and then, after another moment, she lifts her arms up, stepping forward to allow Marcus to lift her up.