"Alright," Luna said agreeably. She had nowhere to be at the moment, and she was more than willing to wander a bit more.
She looked down at her clothes, but she wasn't wearing one of her pillowcase shirts that day. Shame, really, because she could have simply pointed it out to Mandy.
"Four colors," she said. "Blue, green, red, and yellow. They're old and dusty, and there were quite a few of them in the closet. I only took one of each, but they haven't been missed... I wish I could find the closet again." It wasn't that she got lost, really, just that she never took the same path to anywhere twice. Even if she intended to, somewhere along the line she ended up making a different turn (or going straight where she had once turned) out of sheer absentmindedness.