"Lavender," she answers, the flakes of dull purple easily grinding to dust. "It doesn't do as many things as people think it does, but it smells good and it's calming. And as a rule, just about anything goes better for someone if they're calm. With a few exceptions."

Reaching into a nearby jar, Sabrina produces a dried sprig of it, holding it out for Eddie to tak.

"I'm glad you have some people. I have no idea if I'd have done nearly as well if I didn't get Salem so soon into my tim here, but I was also sixteen and had to stay at the Children's home for a while." Her nose crinkles in thought. "Hawkins. I know I've heard that one before. Is Steve one of yours, maybe? I remember helping him with some weird dog creatures once."