Daphne grinned. "Maybe you're just a tumble weed and lucky enough to be pleased no matter where the wind blows you," she smiled. "No, not a tumble weed. I think you're more like a dandelion," she amended. "Floating on the breeze until you settle somewhere for a little while." It was definitely the best way to describe Luna. A dandelion.
"Well, I don't want to keep you. I'm sure that you have tons of things on the agenda. I'll get to work on everything and send you out some cover options soon," she smiled. "Was there anything else I could help you with today?"