Luna wasn't sure what he meant by that. Surely no one was forcing working girls into believing in Nargles. If they were sensible career women, they most likely did so all on their own. Shrugging it off, she began to dreamily lead the way to his workroom as she remembered the way.
"No, no, not Drakelet," she said. "Though I'm still a bit concerned that you said he wasn't as nice as he seemed--he's not a member of the Rotfang Conspiracy, is he? It's hard to tell. But the juice and tea it for the Nargles, because even if you don't have mistletoe in your shop, there is plenty around at this time of year, you know, and it is quite worrying. The charms and talismans are to keep away the Boggarts and Erklings that are haunting your furniture."
She let herself into his workshop and sat down on a bench, smiling up at him all the while.