"Here, take this."

Dean looked up to see a small, blond haired girl standing beside him holding a plate of pudding. He took it gratefully.

"She says she's really, really sorry."

Through a mouthful of chocolate pudding, he said " I don't care if she's sorry. I- I loved her"

" I know. I know."

They sat in silence for a minute, before he exclaimed

" But why? Why? It was all going so well, I though she really liked me, and then she had to go and, and..."

It all got too much for Dean, and he broke down in tears.

Luna held out a heaped spoonful of pudding.

"Eat." she said. "Pudding makes everything better."