Wisely, Sabrina stays exactly where she's been put, Salem flowing into her lap like a feline seatbelt. She knows she's not trying as hard to hang onto the normal, grown-up Sabrina as she would for anyone else, and it's a strange prospect.

The box of teeth is heavier than it ought to be, if one's imagining how much teeth ought to weigh, and Sabrina peers over at it. "That should stay sealed up, for a lot of reasons." Among them, plausible deniability.

She sits, swinging her legs for a moment, before blurting, "You really think it's going to be a week? Like through Christmas?"