"S'pose so," Carter said, noncommittal, not quite yet ready to give up on the idea of ersatz quints.
"Eh, who in the hell would we get to babysit the little buggers, anyway?" he finally agreed with a dark chuckle, imagining Lola pressed into service as a nanny. He abandoned the mental image to grin at Marjan's notion of destiny.
"Dunno about you, but Destiny's taken me on a pretty wild ride, so far."