Pearl flails for the knob and manages to get the water off before the entire bathroom is consumed by flood. Wincing, she twists to look at the spot on her hip where she hit something on the way down. No injury, thank god, though it promises to blossom into a future bruise. That could've gone worse.

"Yeah, everything's fine!" she calls out, voice pitched slightly too high. She's on her knees, half out of the shower and scooping up bottles, when the door opens. So much for a peaceful shower: she must look like a half-drowned kitten, her hair dripping bathwater onto the floor. She darts a glance up at Rose, mortified.

"Sorry, I'm sorry! I just...had a klutzy moment. I'll clean this up right away."