Luna followed on behind him with a pleased bounce in her step. She was going to get her rocking chair! That was just grand was what that was. She was lost in her own happy thoughts until she suddenly found herself in the workshop.
She scanned the room carefully, taking it all in. She liked the smell and the sunlight. She liked the clutter. It reminded her of her house, so full of things that she and Daddy were working on, always a hundred things at once. But the thing that struck her most was how right Gregory Goyle felt in this space. For all that she barely knew him, she could sense that.
Luna had been told she had a penetrating stare, but she didn't mean to. So when she leveled her eyes on Greg as if she was looking into his very soul, she didn't even realize she was doing so. "You like it here," she pronounced because she knew she was right. "It's like home to you, right?"