"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."
