Well, there might be a little bit of a sex cult, but Sabrina's not about to be announcing that to even her most liberal of mentor figures. She supposes Magnus has seen enough sex cults in his life to be able to sort out the facts.

"Wow," says Sabrina, adhering to the Zelda Spellman mandate that one's level of public intoxication should never surpass the ability to maintain a proper gait in heels. The tentacles, she thinks, are not going to help rumors at all. "Hello, you're clearly a student at the local learning establishment."

That's really all she manages before bursting into giggles and moving to hug the sea witch.