"I'll text Sage and Sunshine," she answers, and though she always thinks it sounds like a cleaning service, they're a lovely queer couple who are particularly likely to cover Sabrina's shifts. "I can still text." What might pass for any of her usual sass is just a bit wavering right now.

Pulling her phone back out of the huge pocket on her front, she does so.

Round, dark eyes peer up at Marcus, and she finally smiles a little. "You're my dad," she agrees. "So you're allowed to say it. I'll make a list of who's allowed to say it." Salem meows nearby, and she sighs. "Just be glad you didn't get turned into a kitten."