Luna was so pleased that he liked it, just as she'd hoped he would. A part of her had been worried that he would unwrap it and think is this all?, being a man with access to almost everything. But she also knew that Merlin knew what Luna knew: books were cool as hell, and old books were even better, and old books with old writing in them better still. How could anyone try and deny those facts? They'd be insane people.
As he'd sat down Luna had perched herself on the arm of the couch, watching him with the book and listening to the quiet turn of its pages. Her smile was bright and utterly genuine when he turned to her, no attempts at seductive guile to be seen. "I knew you'd think it was cool," she said.