Her eyes go a split-second wide and startled, not at the thought itself but the way it so accurately echoes her own. In a way, the most surprising thing is how unsurprising it is, how natural it already feels to be considering this new alteration in the way they are together.

She never expected this--any of this--that day she came barreling into Sabrina's room at the Home, having heard Salem's meow. But oh, how glad she is to have it now.

"I do," she says, her voice almost as quiet as Sabrina's. The sight of her white-blonde hair against the fabric of her blouse looks so right, so perfect, that it makes Rosie's breath catch just faintly. "If that's...we'll need to talk to Nick and Charlie, or maybe I will, maybe you already have, about how it ought to...fit. How we should be together, as part of all the rest of it." She doesn't know if any of that makes sense, is nearly certain they could be doing much better things than this jumble of half-formed thoughts and practical planning, but something about it grounds her all the same.

Rosie looks down again, quiet for a moment. "But I know I want them. Whatever firsts there are, down the road. If we can have them, I--I want them."