Luna smiles, her eyes twinkling. "I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. Me being what I am and all." She smiles widely. "So... you guys get into a bit of trouble? I can tell you about trouble..." She grins "Venice, seventeen sixty three... a bright, moonlit night over the canals, singing and dancing for a lovely national masquerade..." She launches into a long, surprisingly humourous anecdote about a full moon where she gatecrashed a party, ate the party thrower, danced with his wife and mauled half the guests. "...and then I remembered... I'd left my shoes with the Gondola man!" She laughs softly as the food is served, thanking the waiter.