Luna broke off about an inch of ginger and placed it on the cutting board.
"Slice off the skin, and then cut it into slices," she instructed as it by rote. "Then cut the chicken into bite size pieces."
Her smile broadened as he spoke, finding a comfortable rhythm in the rise and fall of his voice. She absently ran her thumb nail over her lower lip. She wondered what it would be like to have grown up with a large family, surrounded by brothers and sisters. If her mother had lived, she might have known a sibling or two. Would they have been like her, or the way it seemed everyone else was?
"And you and Hermione?" Luna prompted. Letting her mind relax and the next bit of her stream of consciousness flow, "It occurred to me that you two might even be married by now, but it always seemed to me that people get married too young."