"Situational for me, but sure." Sam gave a little 'seeya!' sort of wave, glad to have not only an ally, but an ally who took a bit of kidding around in stride, with a smile. Her own smile vanished---momentarily---at the tone coming from behind the bathroom door, but she started laughing on realizing Rick had just stumbled across her ritual set-up. Figuratively, unless he or she happened to be unlucky enough. "Sorry? You didn't trip? Just push the bottle out of the way, it's fine, I'm done with it."

As far as ritual set-ups went, this one was, at least, fairly inoffensive: a phone book in each corner of the room, and a very small wine bottle, now empty, standing in the middle of the free floor space.