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[snorkacklover]

Luna is still without crumple-horned snorkack. Spirits are low. She fetches herself a mug of (surprisingly ordinary) hot chocolate, and sets about scribbling on the Specials board once more:

Hello again, bar. This is Luna, and I’m still a waitress.

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[scaredbybook]

Kira spots her scribbling. "Oh, you're Luna! Did you find your. . . whatsit?"

The previous signs made an impression.

[snorkacklover]

“No, I haven’t found my whatsit.”

She sips her hot chocolate forlornly.

“I think the ministry have him.”

[scaredbybook]

Kira is, appropriately, dismayed! "Why would a ministry want a purple whatsit?"

[snorkacklover]

“They don’t believe in him,” she explains, wrinkling her nose in distaste.