The reassurance is nice, even a sort of balm--of course they'd still be the same close foursome they'd grown into over the last few months--but Sabrina's laughter and the joking ease with which she brings up the rumors leaves Rosie quickly and surprisingly stung. "I...they will, won't they," she says, the line of her shoulders growing just slightly tense. "At least--at least we'll be in it together." She looks away, trying to let go of the sudden humiliating swirl of her thoughts. It's not quite as easy as she might have hoped, though the quick shift in topic helps--even as the answer Sabrina gives, that enigmatic shuffling of part of the conversation to some other time, seems to invite a few more questions.

If she wants to wait, though, Rosie's happy to give her that space; it isn't as though they don't have plenty to discuss otherwise. "Alright, good," she says, her smile a little more settled on her face. "I'd want to talk to you. Maybe not about everything, but...most things. I'd hate to think we'd need to give up gossiping about our relationships entirely because of this." It's her turn to laugh now, the sound of it maybe a little faint and tinged with that tension from before; hearing it, she inwardly kicks herself for her own awkwardness. There's nothing for it but to press on, and so she does.

"What sort of--what might he expect of me, when it's..." Rosie blushes again, struggling to put together the question she wants to ask. "Oh, this is ridiculous." She huffs out a sharp, exasperated breath, forcing herself just to talk rather than think. "I know he's good, or expect he will be, really, with all his...his experience. But I haven't much at all, not really, even if I was already with someone, and...I guess I'm just wondering what he...likes."

The more she said, the hotter her face had grown. She doesn't take any of it back; just looks steadily at Sabrina, studying her friend's expression as she waits for an answer.