Luna tossed her head in a manner to indicate she didn't know.
"It just seemed like a situation that required pastry," she replied, glad that he was pleased with the muffin. "They have magical healing properties."
She set her coffee and muffin in front of the empty chair, before sitting down, cross-legged in the seat. She could tell that this wasn't some ordinary bad day that he was having, but she didn't know if he wanted her to ask or not. So instead, she dunked a chunk of her muffin in the coffee before popping it in her mouth.
"There is a theory," she said, after chewing and swallowing, "that claims that no one person can truly know another, that the person we see is a reflection of ourselves in their eyes." Luna tried to imagine people complexly, but didn't pretend to be an expert.