Sabrina has the definite urge to tousle all that hair, brightening further as he seems to show real interest.

"Fire-balling of bats is on the house," she says. "Actually, I had fun with that part. Darrow isn't like a lot of places, and it sort of accepts that magic is real and happens. I have to do way less pretending than I ever did before, but... I'd usually try something less explosive. It was good to let loose. So thank you, Eddie, for the bats."

She crumbles lavender into the little bowl, letting the stems fall. The kind of person buying a poultice usually loves lavender.

"You seem pretty settled in, then."