Luna nodded and patiently waited for a server to realize that they were sitting outside. Her posture was tight for a young child and while her feet kicked lazily at the air, her hands remained neatly folded in her lap.

When the server came out she asked what they wanted but without a menu, Luna wasn't able to order. She looked back at Terra with a frown, silently begging him to order whatever smelled good.

She wondered if she could spell out the word milk on the wooden table.