It was curious thing, to watch someone learn something, and Luna watched with captivated interest. Part of her had hoped that Ron would follow Ginny into professional quiddich. Who knew? Maybe it would have snowballed into a team of Weasleys.
"I breathe through my mouth when I chop onions," she said lightly. "And you needn't watch so closely, part of it's caused by proximity."
At least there wasn't much left - just one more onion, a bit of ginger, and then cutting up the chicken. Absently, her hand lifted and began twirling a lock of her hair.
"I always heard wonderful things about you mother's cooking," Luna mentioned. "My mother was a very good cook. Do you see them often, your family? I usually see Ginny quite often, though not as much as I would like as of late, given her practice schedule."