Sam leans in, steadying the bottle with his hand, before flicking his wrist, sending it whirling round and round, finally coming to a stop pointing right at him. He chuckles, giving it another spin, this time, the neck comes to a stop facing Missy. He grins, stroking his chin, plotting. "I... I dare you to strip... but do it, outside, in the mud-pit." The mud-pit was the one spot in center of camp everyone met, the grass was worn off of the spot, and, when it got rainy like this, you could stand a foot deep in mud in places. He stands up, grinning, and ducking outside as everyone follows, to watch.