Luna's words made Daphne smile. She wished that her father was as eager to participate in stoking the fire of her dreams as Xenophilius was for Luna. It just wasn't in the cards and that was something that she had to deal with on a personal level. She doubted that they'd ever truly be close. He loved her - at least the parts he knew about her - but she wasn't the son that he'd hoped for.
The description of the event was pretty easy to picture in Daphne's mind's eye. It made her smile. "The poor dear. I bet that's definitely memorable for him as well," she laughed.