"Hey, Luna. You looking for George?"
"Yes. We're having lunch together today."
"He's in the back, I'll get him for you. Make yourself at home."
"Thank you, Fred, that's kind of you."
"George trusts you, so so do I."
"That's interesting."
"Really? Why? Do I have a reason not to trust you?"
"No, but it's interesting that you're so similar on many accounts, yet so different on others. It's quite fascinating."
"And how are we so different?"
"George is more considerate than you are, and you're more mischievous. And you wear your hair slightly shorter, though I think that's most likely because Angelina wants you to. You're also in a bad mood less often, but that could just be because I spend less time around you and don't get to see it. George trusts me enough to let me see his moods. I don't expect you to though, as it is a rather personal thing for some people, I imagine, but that's why it's interesting that you say you trust me just because he does. I don't think you fully thought out that statement before you said it."
"No, I guess I didn't. But considering how much I know he trusts you, I think it's safe for me to leave you alone in the shop for 30 seconds or so while I go fetch him."
"Quite safe. I don't trust either one of you enough to touch anything in here."
