"That's all right," said Luna. "People laugh at me all the time. It's not so bad, really."
Hopping up off the bench, Luna filled the kettle and set it to boiling. Then she pulled out two of the handcrafted dirigible plum tea bags that she and Daddy made so carefully every fall after they had dried half of their crop. Placing them in two relatively clean teacups, she poured the steaming water over them and breathed in the scent happily.
"Here," she said, handing him a cup. "A cup a day keeps the Nargles away, you know."