"True," Luna conceded, because it was."But I know lots of things about you already, actually." Dreamily, she began to list them off on her finger. "I know that you seem more at home in this workshop than you ever did at school. I know that you offered to make me my rocking chair when you could have just sent me away. I know you take care of that little dog. I know you care about your little sister. Those things make you kind, and they make me like you."
She smiled up at him some more, he could hardly argue with her reasoning.