"...Twinkling, pray tell, what is all this?" Luna asks. She wasn't averse to such, but paperwork was... she rarely handled more than a parchment or two, in a week. Paperwork was her Sisters, and the Days, deal. Night was, even following her return, a quiet affair. Day had Day Court, Meetings, Ambassadors... rarely did things time themselves that Luna could be the one to take the lead.