"Yes." Luna admitted, and leaned forward to spoon out both of them some pudding. It was the real sort, that required time dedicated in the kitchen and stove top - never letting the bottom burn, or churdle in the wrong way. Scooting Draco's bowl towards him, she took up a spoon herself.
"And you hid in your home, or the mountains. Or under your bed. Here you hide in your office, though it is very lovely." She paused, and took a spoonful to her mouth. "You didn't decorate it yourself though. Did you." It wasn't an accusation, but she couldn't imagine him taking that much time out of his day.