To be perfectly frank, Luna wasn't too familiar with how muggles might have been individually, personally influenced by contact with the wizarding world; most of her concerns extended from a naturalist's perspective. But Harry had been raised with muggles, and so he probably had a bit of experience with that to go on. As he detailed the nature of his departure from the Ministry, her smile took on a hint of pride. Even the Ravenclaw within her had to admire the Gryffindor in him. "Good for you," she said with a definitive nod. It took no great powers of observation to have seen Harry hadn't been happy. She had seen far too many people press along at jobs they hated out of fear of change. "Are we celebrating then? Would you like a butterbeer?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What? And here I was worried you'd be disappointed." he chuckled. "I mean, here I am, a bloke trying to date you, and I'm unemployed. Sounds like a looser to me." he smirked, knowing she didn't think that of him, but honestly thinking it a bit of himself. "So... a butterbeer would be in order, I think. Maybe some order-in Chinese food, if you don't mind staying in? I think I've about had my fill of people who aren't you for a while." he said with a very sheepish smile. "If you don't mind. If you want, I'll take you out." he nodded, realizing that she was still dressed nicely, and that she may want something more than just an evening on the sofa.
She blinked in surprise at him. "A man who will not stand to have himself compromised is hardly a looser," she insisted. With something of a wry smirk she added, "It gives a charming aura of valor." Her surprise departing her, she pulled open the refrigerator to pull out two butterbeers. As she popped them open, she was a little taken aback by how easily she had simply assumed a claim on his time. After all, he could have dropped by simply to let her know he was back, he might have have been planning to return to his godson or to meet up with Ron and Hermione. When he mentioned missing her company, colour rose again to her cheeks. "No, no," she beamed, handing him a butterbeer. "Ordering in sounds perfect." It was sweet, his offer to accommodate her preference, but the idea of spending the evening eating Chinese in her living room with him was too attractive to pass up. Her hand was already upon her phone when she asked, "What'll you have?"
He smiled, relieved that she'd decided they could stay in. "Um... kung pao chicken and some wontons, if you don't mind?" he smiled, pulling out some money from his wallet and handing it to her for the bill. He wanted for her to order quietly, sipping his butterbeer and leaning against the counter in her kitchen, looking around her place. He enjoyed how feminine it was. Not overwhelming of course, but just the touches that he thought were nice. Hermione had a few touches in their flat, but they weren't all that charming to him. There was something about Luna's taste that he really thought was lovely.
"My turn," she replied, shaking her head with a warm smile, pulling out a few folded noted from her back pocket. "Besides, we're celebrating, and since you're the guest of honor, it's my treat." She placed his order, getting cashew chicken and vegetable lo mien for herself. Hanging up the phone, she took a drink, observing him as he looked about. It was very nice, just having him in her kitchen, feeling very familiar very quickly. Setting her butterbeer down she asked, "Do you mind if I pop back to change? I've been in these clothes all day." She was a bit surprised she that she hadn't changed when she first got home, but she suddenly found she didn't want to be wearing what felt like business clothes.