"Way more bees than you think there's going to be," Sabrina confirms. "I guess unless where you're from has a lot of bees, and you're already expecting a bee problem. Some of the worlds that funnel into this place get pretty strange."

She listens as she works with the mortar and pestle, soft sounds of stone meeting stone and rasping together. Hawkins goes into her mental tally of places that seem to be middle of the road, neither fully mundane or full on elves and mutants and superheroes. Greendale's closer to the second, of course, but maybe not by much.

"Yeah, I know a little about that from the other side," she says. "I lived two separate lives until I was sixteen. When I was in the mortal world, I was there fully, but I'd go home to the occult. The idea was you had your Dark Baptism then, and then it was all coven all the time."