She was picturing them all living in a treehouse in Central Park and although that probably wasn't the case, Luna didn't want it corrected. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and fiddled with it before handing it to him, the text box only awaiting his number. "Sure, no harm in that." She didn't think she'd need it for any trouble reasons, but why not take the info of another immortal in this city?
While he was putting in his number, Luna joked, "do you want me to hold up a photo of myself with today's newspaper for Maid Marian?"