That remark, so odd coming from Luna's mouth, in her mind, made Dora laugh out loud, the first sort of natural thing to really flow since she'd turned up at the door. "I like that. I'll have to do it," she said, contemplating it and the reaction it would get. "I have a decent death stare but apparently pregnant bellies smooth it out a little more than normal."
She snorted. "You flatter me. I'm not glowing. Though the icky vitamins they've put me on make my hair really glossy." She really liked that aspect, and the fact she had nails for the first time in years. She'd kept them short and practical before but now she was thinking, maybe just a little longer might be nice, for a change. A tad more feminine, for all they had some knicks and scars on her knuckles and backs of her hands.
"He's a good sort. I'm sure we can figure something out. I can watch and eat popcorn and send some spells your way." Sounded kind of fun, actually, even if she doubted Ewan would fully approve.