Greg felt a blush trying to climb up the back of his neck so he rubbed at it sheepishly in the hopes that it would go away before Luna noticed. "Yeah, well, just don't spread it around," he said gruffily, "that being kind thing. They'll laugh me out of the Seedy."
He eyed her for a moment longer. She was still smiling at him and it was just bloody strange. People didn't smile at him for any length of time. Or very often at all for that matter. "There's a kettle in the corner if you want tea or something," he said finally as it seemed she didn't plan on leaving any time soon. He pointed to a small kettle on a magical hot plate.