That felt familiar but that was Sam's lie. Except most days she worried about both her and Rory eating. After all, she'd taken him in. "I don't think I met Jack," she said thoughtfully. And she'd met quite a few people. At the question though she shook her head. "No, that's not mine. I've already figured it out." She'd already told the world via screwing up on the forums - a demonstration for Winnie couldn't hurt.
With an overdramatic roll of her eyes Sam muttered a wish under her breath - too quiet to make out the exact words. Her grocery bags vanished with out a sound, just a shimmer of glitter. Sam brushed her hands before glancing to Winnie. "They'll be by the stairs. That's where things usually go and where I end up when I wish things." She rubbed her hands on her pants to get the rest of the glitter again.