Llewellyn, meanwhile, used the time Luna spent cleaning up the flowers to tuck a few things in his pockets and check for his wallet. Scooping up his hat and plopping it securely on his head as he prepared to go out. Even if it sounded like Luna expected to go out and grab lunch for him, he wasn’t about to send the child out to manage that all by herself.

He was feeling the need to keep moving anyway, not prone to staying in one place for long out of habit. So a nice walk with Luna and Pretzel, while treating her to something good to eat, seemed like the best way to spend some time now that he was back. Especially since he wanted to see how the girl was doing, and if she’d had any more trouble in his absence.

Her question gets a small smile, “I’m not sure I can pick a food I like best, aside from perhaps pretzels. But! I enjoy trying things as well. Is there anything you would like to eat?” Llewellyn would happily get something Luna might enjoy, after all. He had never been a fussy eater, and he would want to make sure she had a good lunch.