Sabrina allows herself a moment of being absolutely stupid with love before she offers up any plans. "The best parts about being a witch never had anything to do with him anyway," she says, scooting even closer, as if to pretend she's going to be anywhere but his lap within the next five minutes.

"I think that we should go to whatever party pops up on the fourteenth itself, Valentine's Day," she says, "and then we can take Rosie and Charlie moon-bathing. And then the night of the fifteenth, you and I can go to the woods and celebrate the part we missed."