Sleepover!

[teenagerenegade]

Once they get home from the club, Charlie sorts out some more comfortable clothes for Rosie to change into, if she wants to (knowing that Sabrina will just help herself to a t-shirt and sweats), and pads off to the bathroom to have a quick shower and change. He stops by the kitchen to grab sodas and snacks and, when he comes back, he knocks the door, not bothering to moderate his voice because he knows that Kavinsky and Newt are still out.

"Is everyone decent?" he asks. By that, he mostly means Rosie - he's seen Sabrina in every state between indecent and decent, after all.

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[teenagerenegade]

"I mean, if there is, I don't necessarily want to go there. Or tempt fate that they might end up here next Halloween or something." He wrinkles his nose, thinking about it. "Might be a bit more challenging than gingerbread?"

[forthsofar]

"They better not be able to swim," Rosie says firmly, looking away from the screen as yet another unsuspecting townsperson is sucked under the ground. She takes another handful of popcorn and eats it before continuing. "And I'm with Charlie. Given the number of different places people come from here, there probably is someplace where they're real, and I don't want to visit."

At the mention of the gingerbread men, she looks down at the mostly-faded scar on her arm, one of her unwanted souvenirs from the New Years party. "Definitely more challenging than gingerbread. As far as I know, the gingerbread men didn't eat a car, or whatever it is those things just did to that poor woman."

[signed_sabrina]

"I could take them," Sabrina says lazily. "Well, with some help. They don't seem that complicated." She re-positions her cheek against Charlie's shoulder. "People mostly seemed to enjoy fighting the gingerbread."

She follows Rosie's gaze to the scar, and crinkles her nose a bit. "Don't worry. If something new and big and bad comes along, I'll protect both of you."