When Luna complimented her color choice she couldn't help but wiggle her toes. Ginny ways always a bit more clever when it came to the world of cosmetics. Whenever Luna tried her own hand at it she tended to go wildly overboard with color, unless she was going for the bare minimum.
She nodded appreciatively at Ginny's explanation. Quiddich was one of Luna's most keen interests, and she had great respect for those with the physical constitution to play.
"I needed a some parchment and quills," she answered, trailing her fingers along the bag hanging off her shoulder.
A stark protrusion caught her attention. In a fluid motion her hand was in her bag, rummaging for her want. Graping it at last, she withdrew it, tucking it safely behind her ear. She figured it was probably best to let Ginny's previous mood go unremarked upon. Perhaps she would ask about it later.
"Do you have plans for dinner?" she asked in her melodic voice, "I think I'll be making tandoori pork."