"Oh, hello, Gregory," said Luna, blinking owlishly. "I haven't come about the rocking chair. I brought you some things, actually."
She tried to gesture at the things in her arms, but, well, her arms were full. So she settled for just sort of bouncing them up and down a bit to make it clear that they were the 'some things' she had brought him.
She gave him a very serious, worried look. "Those men haven't put up any mistletoe, have they?"