Definitely fortunate. He was fun and while Phoenix enjoyed a good burning, she didn't want Peter to get burned for believing in good things.
Phoenix tsked loudly and in her regular voice, "If you're going to debate instead of playing along, I'm not going to have fun." Oops. Jig was up. She carefully pushed up from the floor and looked at Peter, "Besides, I ran out of scripture with that one quote."
Despite having an injured ankle which was visibly wrapped, she climbed onto the pew behind her and momentarily balanced rather perfectly on the actual thin back of the pew. It hurt. A lot. So she bent in half and went into a handstand - her legs perfectly straight in the air, all the while facing the priest. "Sorry for interrupting," she said honestly, "But I couldn't help myself."