Nah, and there wasn't any witching with his. If you really want to know, sure.

[She shrugs, shifting again to sit more comfortably.]

He's getting a rabbit's foot, one that's been properly prepared. That... I don't think I'm going to do again. At least, not for a long, long while.

[Sam leans to one side so as to pull a little parcel out of her pocket. It's very small---less than half the size of her fist---tied up in red silk.]

I'm going to tell him to keep it with him for luck, and to not open it up, or ask for details.