Luna walked over to the bar, her heels clicking against the beautiful wooden floor of the library, and poured them both something. βIβm much more of a writer than a drawer,β she told him, feeling he was being kind with βlovelyβ, βbut I thought even a sub-par sketch would be more useful than none at all.β
She brought the glasses over and pressed one into his hand, watching him as he looked over her words.
βThank you.β He clicked his glass against hers and sipped, still holding the folio in one hand. βActually. Maybe you could read it to me.β What a good idea heβd had. Merlin smiled and flipped it closed, then handed it to her. βIβd love to hear it in your own words. If you would be so kind?β He moved to stand behind her, taking another drink.
βI could certainly be that kind,β Luna smiled, taking the folder from him. Sheβd written and rewritten this thing so many times that it would almost be like performing a script by now. She opened up the folder, turning it over itself to make it easier to hold.
The report began with the date, weather, and moon phase and Luna spoke them clearly for him.