"I can finally claim to be a world traveler," Carter said, his tone dry, but with a grin that revealed he wasn't quite as jaded as he might like to appear. He took an apple, polished it thoroughly on the sleeve of his shirt, (another superstition) and took a big bite.
"Too bad we can't recruit the Dionne quintuplets," he suggested around the mouthful of fruit. What a money-maker those little brats were! Too bad indeed! Although, Carter mused, if they made a stop at a Canadian orphanage or two and picked up five foundlings... Hmm...