He kissed her back, grinning into it faintly, chuckling at what she said. He was lucky, he knew it, but his luck swung to both ends of the spectrum, either impossibly good, or outrageously bad, with no in-betweens. He pressed another quick kiss to the edge of her jaw and murmured, "Might be it's repayment f'all t'good luck I wind up havin'. Dunno."
He tore off another piece of bread and spread some more cheese on it. "Got you, f'example. Best luck I ever coulda asked for, havin' a chance t'be wit' you'n t'kids."