"Devil's in the details I guess." He shrugged. "Call it what you like, either way, I've been told I'm not much of one. It ain't influenced my life one bit until now." He glanced down at his daughter. He wondered if she'd have magic, the kind that used wands. It seemed likely. Nita had seemed good enough at it.
"My luck's a bit better than most, little things, keys, pacifiers, show up when I'm looking for them, my coffee stirs itself, other than that?" He shrugged again.