Sabrina chases her mouth for a kiss there too, not quite able to prevent herself from it.

"I'm glad," she says, letting her thumb stroke the back of Rosie's hand. "It's-- it's crazy to think about all the things that have changed in a year. I think last Christmas was about the time I really realized I would-- be here. That it really sunk in." And while she can't deny how much she'd love to see her aunts or cousin, or her friends, mortal and not so mortal, she can't ever qualify herself as sad to be in Darrow.

"It's my least Satanic Christmas so far," she adds.

There's so much to be said for patricide in the right circumstances.