The thing about having a boyfriend you've dated in multiple realities, Sabrina thinks, is that it's hard to pin down certain things, like... anniversaries. Not that she's sure she would count Lupercalia as an anniversary the way she counts New Year's with Charlie, or how she's already making plans for sexy Halloween costume fittings to have with Rosie. It's the anniversary of her being honest with herself about wanting Nicholas Scratch in her bed, or more appropriately, wanting to make a bed with him under the moon, on top of that red cloak--

Mrrr.

"I do not have a weird costume fetish," she says, glancing down at Salem as they take the elevator up to Nick's place. "And you're not psychic, that was just a really good guess at what I was thinking, because that's why I'm here, to make Lupercalia plans with Nick."

The elevator door dings open, and Salem trots away, leaving her to follow.

"Also, just because of the dressing room with Charlie and the costume and Rosie and of course the cloak," Sabrina says, "okay, there's a pattern. But you know, that's not even what I'm worried about discussing with him. Lupercalia was special for a lot of reasons, but there's some really bad ones in there too." And try as she might, she's only mostly wiped the apprehension from her features when she knocks first, and then turns the handle of the door, Salem trotting in before her.