Mal laughs, a slient huff of air and shaking shoulders, ducking his head down to his chest. "You know, I've never much bothered to think about where the name really comes from. Maybe as a lure to those hoping to strike it lucky in life. It doesn't actually have that effect, though, you're right."

"I'm actually craving a smoke right now if you want to see what the fuss is." He waves the lighter, nickle-plating flashing in the light. There's a second to consider and then he laughs again, self-depricating. "But I don't suppose it actually sounds appealing when described does it?"