"You request a monkey, you get a monkey," Luna nodded, wheeling it into the apartment and giving the other man a smile. He must have been the husband. (She remembered that he was Welsh - according to Tinsel - but not his name.) "I can't stay long, but, yeah, I bet you've got snacks. I tried to tell Hermes it was too many things, but he insisted. Even picked everything out personally instead of leaving it to me. He's clearly very fond."