Sabrina immediately wants to kiss the lipstick on Rosie's mouth into messiness, but she's got the word behave seared into her brain, practically tattooed there by something more powerful than magic. She's perfectly capable of this, of wooing and courting and not making it even a little like the kind of temptation her bloodline is known for.

She holds the flower out, smiling a little tremulously.

They love each other.

This can be done.

"Hi," she says. "You look lovely. I-- this reminded me of you. The flower."