[Luna said she would be here, and here she is, with Bahamut perched on her shoulder and a covered glass dish of fudge in her hands. It's good fudge too; Luna's passion is cooking.
She sets the dish down on one of the tables, and Bahamut jumps down from her shoulder to walk along the table before she shoos him away.]
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She sets the dish down on one of the tables, and Bahamut jumps down from her shoulder to walk along the table before she shoos him away.]
Don't do that; it's bad manners.