Sam laughed when Luna asked if it was as cheery as Prozac. He shook his head, looking slightly apologetic. "No, I think your charm is better."
Luna smiled at him and he grinned back, still amazed that she had the ability to make the bubble appear out of nowhere. It reminded him of the kind of optical illusions he used to try to create when he was going through his magic stage at thirteen, except this was the real thing.
His inner thirteen year old was a little jealous. He wished his own abilities produced something as equally cheerful and harmless.
He stuck his hands in his pockets. "Yes, let's tromp."