Luna nodded her head absently, glancing at the bacon so that she could tell him it was good. "Oh I don't want burnt.. I'm like you, I like crispy but not burnt. I'll tell you." He had been right though, the scent of bacon was making her a little hungry. Not awfully hungry, but enough that she was looking forward to eating her sandwich when it was ready.
Then she went to get the butter, and anything else that he might have wanted. She wished she had a tomato. "We did. He was a life saver, helping me out with all of the things I needed help with. We got everything sorted except what to do with the house and the Quibbler. I'm.. not sure if I should stay here. Or keep the paper. I need time to figure it out, I guess."