Click-ick-ick-ick-ick goes the boxcutter as Sabrina pushes the blade out, ever admiring of dangerous things, and she's already pulling out bubble-wrapped packs of teeth, squinting at the labels as Rosie asks her that.

"I warned Charlie. I texted you and Charlie and Marcus, but you got here first." She holds up a particular bundle, and after holding it very close to her face for a few moments, she stands back up. "There, this is the one I was worried about the most. It need to be in the freezer."

She fixes Rosie with a very strange look.

"You know, on account of the chattering."