"Plums." Luna answered, simply before writing down the exact location of the wand's tree. "Plum Clafouti specifically. My mother made it for me as well. Years past."
She closed the book with a thud, and replaced it back amongst it's peers. Once it was slid into it's proper home - the old leatherbound book was almost unidentifiable among it's peers. Only the shifted dusts at it's base telling anyone at all that it had moved at all.
"The cellar mostly. Many of them were lost in the war, only the oldest and the newest survived. Mr. Ollivander has been making wands for a long time. Yours is some of the newer." Again Luna smiled, "Why are you asking me about food?"