[ That sure does sound like something a quitter would say, buddy boy. In all seriousness, Mayou's eyeing the titty bitty scrap of gold fabric suspended from his finger with no small amount of amusement. How's he gonna know if it's not his size if he hasn't tried it on, huh? Quitter. ]

Fresh out of rabbit foot charms, sorry.

[ That's a tone drier than the Sahara, all right. After a moment or two to dust off a couple wayward confetti shreds from her dress, she shifts her attention away from his fancy new g-string to Lighter himself. ]

But hey, look on the bright side... it could always be worse. At least you didn't win a cucumber.