June 2, 1993

"Sirius!"

The owner of said name perked his ears up, stretched, and transformed back into his normal wizard state of being. So it was more comfortable napping in dog form. Sue him.

His favorite godson-from-another-universe appeared distressed, but Sirius could neither see nor smell any signs of fires or explosions so it probably wasn't too big of an emergency.

"I'm getting married in four weeks," Harry blurted out.

Sirius blinked a few times, rubbing a hand over his face. It had been such a nice nap. "Uh-huh. And?"

"Padfoot," Harry groaned, "I'm gettingmarried. I can't get married. I don't know how to be married! What if I completely mess it up? What if Luna never speaks to me again? What if…"

Sirius cut him off right there with a silencing charm. He loved magic. And the offended look on Harry's face. Both. Both were good. "Look. Of course you don't know how to be married. You haven't done it before." Sirius paused. "You haven't done it before, right?"

Harry, who hadn't bothered to cancel Sirius's charm yet, expressed his annoyance another way. Fingers could be very communicative.

"Right, so you haven't been married before, so of course you don't know how. And that's okay. Perfectly normal, even."

Harry flicked his hand canceling the charm. "Not helping, Sirius."

Sirius would have rolled his eyes if it wouldn't have taken too much energy. As it was he couldn't quite be bothered. "Hey, I'm giving you clear and meaningful advice here. Appreciate it."

Harry opened his mouth, no doubt to thank Sirius for the generous use of his time and thoughtful life coaching, but Sirius cut him off before he could start.

"I have just the thing. Did you know your dad said almost the exact same thing?"

"Wait, really?"

"Mmhmm. Here." Sirius pulled out a memory and dumped it into Harry's hastily conjured vial. "Go. Watch. Be amazed at my wisdom."

As Harry retreated towards his study Sirius wiped a fake tear.

"Universe hopping makes them grow up so fast, Prongs," he whispered to no one in particular. And if the air itself seemed to bounce a little in laughter, well, he did just wake up, and you can never be too sure of things when your dreams first meet reality.

"So, what did you think?" Sirius asked, as Harry made his way into the kitchen.

"I thought you said you gave my dad the same 'advice,'" Harry said.

"Hey, why were there air quotes on that? That did not warrant air quotes," Sirius grumbled. "And no, I never said I gave him the same advice, which was brilliant, by the way, I said that he said the same thing you did."

Harry lifted an eyebrow. "And Remus was the one who gave him advice."

"Of course it was him. Where do you think I got it from?"

Harry snorted at that and moved to take over Sirius's job.

"Hey, I was making that."

"Do you even know what that is?"

"Chicken? With… cheese? And… other things?"

"Hilarious, Padfoot."

"Okay fine, you can play chef. But just know that Icancook some things. Molly taught me. And also I have never burned down the kitchen, so ha."

"And that is why you are not banned," Harry said. "Now pass that salt over."

Sirius did as requested, mumbling "I knew I was forgetting something" as he did so.

"So how did the shopping go?" Harry was going to preserve the slightly frazzled look on Barty's face in his memory forever. No one suspected Luna until it was too late, hence why Harry had enthusiastically encouraged Barty's offer to go shopping alongside Luna that morning. If Luna had wanted him to go he would have, because he loved her and liked when she was happy, but he also knew that she didn't actually care if he went along or not and so was more than happy to let Bartysufferparticipate in his place.

"It was fine," Barty managed to get out.

"What did you two do while we were gone?" Luna asked.

"Finalized my travel plans with Sabrina. We'll leave same time as you for Italy," Sirius said.

"Oh I'm sure it will be lovely to meet all of them," Luna said.

Harry wasn't sure how nice it could be to meet your girlfriend's first husband's extended family, but Sirius didn't seem particularly concerned at the moment, so it was probably fine. Then what Sirius had said caught up to him. "Wait, you're leaving?"

"Yeah, don't you remember me telling you about it?"

"No, I don't remember you telling me about it. I thought you were staying here with Ivy?"

"I thought she was staying here with Remus and Barty."

"Remus is going to the States for that interview thing."

Sirius frowned. "I forgot about that. But Barty's still going to be here, right?"

It wasn't that Harry didn't trust Barty, because really he did, mostly, but the thought of leaving him and Ivy alone for three weeks while he and Luna were on another continent was…

"…thought I'd take her to Romania to see Charlie and the dragons," Barty was saying.

Nope. So much nope. "I'll be back," Harry said, tossing his napkin on the chair and dashing towards the floo and hoping he could salvage this before it was too late.

"Molly, dear, this is absolutely delicious. Is this something new?"

"Well I was trying to teach Sirius how to make a few simple things, you know, and there were a few mishaps, but then it gave me an idea, so I thought I'd see if I could turn it into a little something."

"Well I love you, and I'm fairly certain I love whatever this is," Arthur said, gazing rather fondly at his plate.

Molly laughed a little and was about to say something, but was distracted by an unexpected chiming of the floo.

"Hello? It's Harry. Is anybody home?"

Molly looked at her husband and they both rose swiftly and headed towards the floo, a hundred things running through her head. She really hoped nothing had happened.

"Can I come through?" Harry asked.

"Yes of course, dear, come on over," Molly replied.

Harry came through, and after dusting the leftover powder off of himself, turned towards the two Weasleys and said, "I need your help."

"So let me get this straight. You want us," Arthur said, gesturing to himself and his wife, "to watch Ivy while you are on your honeymoon."

"Yes."

"But to do that we need to leave."

"Mmhmm."

"And we need to leave the country because…"

"Because I don't trust her to not somehow still end up in Romania with Charlie. Not that Charlie's not great, of course, and not that I have any real problem with her visiting him or anything, it's just that I'm concerned with what she might bring back with her should she go."

"…right. Well I suppose we could all go visit him. The other boys didn't get to go before and…"

"No," Harry said a little too loudly. "That's alright." This was not going how he wanted it to. "How about Egypt? You could go see Bill? Egypt is lovely this time of year." Probably not, since it would be the middle of summer in an arid desert, but who knows, maybe the Weasleys liked the extreme heat unlike ninety five percent of their fellow Britons. "I'll pay for everything, of course."

Arthur made to protest, as Harry expected he would, but Harry wasn't about to lose. He had too much riding on this to lose, and hereallydidn't want to adopt a dragon.

"Arthur, please. My peace of mind regarding Ivy is worth more than all the galleons in the world, and Ireallydon't want a dragon." Arthur looked a little confused at this but perhaps surprisingly (or not, if you considered the fact that someone hadraisedCharlie Weasley, not to mention the twins, and dealt with whatever they had managed to bring home as children), Molly nodded in understanding. "There are very few people I feel I could entrust with this sort of thing, so please, if you are willing, take your family, go see your son, and enjoy a bit of a holiday."

To Harry's complete and triumphant joy, the Weasleys eventually relented. Molly made some comment about how he was so sweet to be so concerned with Ivy's care during his honeymoon, and of course they would make sure she was well taken care of. Harry couldn't help but feeling that they were somehow missing the fact that he wasentirely seriousin his pleas, and that the mild desperation that had crept into his voice a few times was not at all exaggerated, but it was all working out, so he let the feeling be.

June 30, 1993

Everything was perfect, and if Ivy had anything to say about it (which she did), it would remain that way. After the birthday incident last year Henry was a little more restrictive in his invitation allowances, but Ivy was rather pleased to see so many of her friends gathered to celebrate what was quite possibly the happiest day of her life. No, she was positive this was the happiest day of her life, and she doubted whether it would ever be matched. Henry was getting married, and not only was he getting married, he was marrying possibly the most perfect person on the entire planet. His Luna was like her Luna, except taller, even prettier, seemed to know all the things, and was marrying Henry, which meant that she was therefore perfect.

Henry's Luna was also responsible for the magnificence that was Ivy and her Luna's current state of dress. Ivy was perhapsslightlybiased, seeing as it was one ofhersuggestions that had been chosen, but Ivy thought that the pale green dresses she and Luna were wearing made them look like princesses. She certainlyfeltlike a princess. And if she and Luna were princesses, Henry's Luna was an absolute goddess. Luna's wedding gown was dark blue with light gold and silver accents that gave it a rather ethereal quality. Ivy was glad Pansy had taught her that word. It fit the occasion rather well in her opinion.

Harry glanced out at the assembled guests in hopes of finding a distraction of some kind. The ceremony was only a few minutes from starting, and hereallyneeded a distraction. Fortunately for him, some of the guests looked slightly uncomfortable and so were able to provide enough amusement for him to not dwell on his completely rational fear that Luna would somehow get sucked back into their old universe before they could get married.

Perhaps the most entertaining of the guests were Lucius and Arthur, who were seated near each other in what had to have either been Ivy or Sirius's idea. Everyone was on their best behavior, perhaps in some small part due to the rather effective glares Ivy, Pansy, and Narcissa were managing to throw out to anyone who so much as muttered under their breath, but that didn't stop the clear irritation visible on both wizards' faces. Even more amusing to Harry was the fact that Draco and Fred were currently engaged in some kind of poking war, out of sight from their fathers. Though not out of sight of their mothers, as evidenced by a fond roll of the eyes on Molly's part and an amused raise of an eyebrow on Narcissa's. The two women shared a glance, at which point their husbands caught sight of their sons' antics. The boys, noticing their audience, settled down (if going from outright pokes to elbow jabs could be called that), and Lucius let out a long-suffering, why me sort of sigh. Very amusing. Arthur followed up with a stifled chuckle, and just like that the tension between the two wizards dissipated. Of course it only lasted a moment, because when his two friends realized that they were having something that could possibly be construed as some type of "moment," they immediately went back to their tense, I-don't-like-you faces.

Harry would need to thank whoever it was that had seated the Weasleys near the Malfoys.

Just then something brushed up against his leg. To his credit, he only jumped slightly, rather than screaming out or yelping, but he did also reflexively kick at whatever at brushed up against him.

He then had the extreme pleasure of trying to shoo away a hissing peacock, white feathers fully spread out. This was proving to be the one downside of having his wedding at the Malfoy's manor. Surely having his wedding in his own backyard wouldn't have been that bad. He wasn't sure what Narcissa and Padma Patil of all people had against Quidditch pitches, butapparentlyit wasn't a good enough place to have a wedding, as Padma had detailedquiteextensively in a four page letter.

But Luna had wanted an outdoor wedding, Harry wanted it somewhere where no uninvited people could show up, and Narcissa had offered so here he was, battling an albino peacock that was probably the future father of the little white demons Astoria had once tried to pass off to him. Just one little blasting charm would be all it would take…

"There you are," a voice said, interrupting his thoughts of pavocide.

"Lady Longbottom, what are you doing here?" Harry blurted out.

Lady Longbottom clucked at . "Just ensuring you have not worn a hole into the stone, dear. And call me Augusta."

"I'm fine," he said, at least eighty-five percent convinced of that fact.

Lad…Augustatutted. "I told my Frank the same thing I am going to tell you now. You have a perfectly lovely young lady that is ready to marry you. You will undoubtedly screw this entire thing up at some point, but she is nice enough that she will forgive you anyway. Just do your best and it will all work out."

Harry was having a difficult time reconciling this Augusta Longbottom with all his previous experiences, but it did appear to actually be her, and a subtle little prod with his magic revealed no one was polyjuiced, so that at least was off the table. "Er, thanks."

She patted his cheek fondly, saying "good luck" before whisking away, passing a surprised looking Sirius on her way.

"What was that about?" Sirius asked.

"Wedding advice, I think?"

"Did you get adopted by Lady Longbottom or something?"

"Maybe?"

"Huh."

Harry looked over at his godfather, who was staring off into the distance.

"Think she'd adopt me too?"

"You could ask?"

Sirius just hmmed for a moment. "Well, it's time," he said, clapping his hands and giving Harry a little shove in the right direction.

Harry couldn't take his eyes off of Luna the entire time. Nothing else seemed to matter, he was only semi-conscious of the words being spoken, and he wasmaybesixty percent sure he said the right thing, but at the end they were married (he double checked), and he was now the proud husband of one Luna Lovegood Peverell-Slytherin. He was also fairly confident that he had a new patronus memory. Now to just get everyone to leave so they could be on their way.

Finally the very last of their friends came and wished them well. It was a little startling for Harry to realize that hehadthat many friends. He could also quite honestly say that some of them were people heneverwould have expected to become friends with before. Also, there was a veritable army of children wearing the faces of his former friends running around. And he was friends with their parents. So many things about that were disturbing.

He had also managed to confirm that yes, he had been unofficially adopted by Augusta Longbottom. Sirius was delighted to learn that he too was now an unofficial Longbottom, and at one point Harry thought he saw a mischievous glint in Augusta's eye that he chose to ignore. She was a respectable, responsible woman, and if she decided to cause mayhem he was sure she was capable of doing so responsibly while he watched cheerfully and uninvolved from the sidelines.

Sirius was having an excellent day. Harry and Luna were married, Ivy was the cutest little princess to ever set off miniature dragon fireworks, he had unofficially been adopted by Augusta Longbottom, Lucius had looked somewhat put out for at least half the evening, and he had managed to have Sabrina all to himself while dancing, minus her one dance with Blaise where he danced with Ivy. All in all it was an excellent day.

And then Alden bloody Burke had to go and ruin it.

"So when are you getting married?"

A simple question really. A relatively innocent one as well. But the thing was, he and Sabrina had once planned their wedding, their lives, their future. And then her father had married her off to Zabini, not wanting her to associate with the disowned and disgraced Black heir. Andthenthe war had happened and he had gone to Azkaban. Now they weren't teenagers planning their lives out anymore. They had lived, and suffered, and dealt with everything that had been thrown their way, and sure, they were in a good place now, but he was no longer certain if marriage was something she was willing to do. She had murdered her last four husbands, after all (though no, Mr. Auror, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about). True, they had all been terrible people, but Sirius was fairly certain it had at least somewhat tainted the whole marriage idea for her.

And yet, maybe there was still a chance for them to have their happily ever after that they used to talk about. And maybe it would just look a different. And maybe that would be alright.

But that didn't mean he wanted to be thinking about it right now, thank you not at all Lord Burke.

This was his house, so he should have been able to escape the red headed demon that seemed intent on inflicting his presence on Draco. At least he could tell the twins apart, whatever amount of comfort that was in this time of suffering. George wasn't nearly so bad, though there was no way he was going to let the other demon know that. Who knows what sorts of ideas that would give him. If Draco had learned anything about the two demon twins Ivy insisted on remaining friends with, it was that they were cheerfully competitive over anything they could feasibly turn into a competition, and Draco's ire was sure to make the list somehow.

Thus he was making a strategic retreat. Or trying, anyways.

It wasn't going very well. Again, heoughtto have been able to escape easily, seeing as this washis houseand he knew every hiding spot and secret doorway there was. And yet, somehow, in a way that defied his understanding, Fred Weasley kept managing to find him, bringing with him such horrid attempts at bribery and deceit as "biscuits" and "sorbet." Psh. Like Draco was going to fall for that. He had witnessed what had happened to the last poor, ignorant soul that had consumed something offered them by Fred Weasley, and Draco wasmuchsmarter than that.

He needed a new tactic.

A new tactic came. Or, more accurately, he ran into a new tactic. Person. Whatever. On the bright side, said person did not protest too much when Draco used him as a shield and cloaking device. On the much less fortunate side, it was another Weasley (and how many of themwerethere), so Draco was unsure of how long this new tactic would last.

Seeing the unmistakable hair of his worst frenemy (and Merlin, he was using Tracey's made up words now), he pulled his new tactic off to the side.

"I need to speak with you. Now."

Thankfully the wizard just followed, again not giving much of anything in the way of protest.

Bill was not entirely sure what was happening, but the Malfoy kid was pulling him off to the side, and was apparently using him as a shield to hide from one or both of the twins. Only one was in sight, but Bill knew better than to assume anything.

"I need to speak with you. Now," Malfoy junior said.

Once they reached somewhere that was apparently acceptable, Bill gazed down at mini Malfoy, the look on his face probably question enough.

The little blond twig sighed. "I need someone to act as a strategic buffer between me and your brother. Wait, Fred is your brother, right?"

Bill nodded. "Bill Weasley," he said, sticking out his hand.

"Draco Malfoy," he got along with a handshake. "Your time is appreciated."

"So… You're friends with the twins?"

Malfoy, or Draco, as Bill supposed he could think of the boy as now, made a little scrunched up face at that but didn't correct him. "Have they always been like this?" He asked instead.

"Yes."

Draco pouted, although Bill was fairly certain no thirteen(?) year old boy would admit to such an action.

"I tried to get Ivy to run interference but Pansy told me I couldn't get Ivy's dress dirty." Draco made a face at that as if it were the most ludicrous thing he had ever heard. "It's not like I was going to ask her to run through the mud or something. I'm not a savage."

"Of course not," Bill responded, not sure of how else to reply.

"Thank you," said Draco forcefully. "At leastsomeoneunderstands."

Bill wasn't entirely sure what it was he supposedly understood, but he could take a guess. He also knew when rants were about to start. He had six younger siblings. He had heardplentyof rants. Best course of action? Distract and engage in unrelated topics. Works a good ninety percent of the time if done correctly and in enough time. "So what are your favorite subjects?"

Draco's face lit up. He was apparently quite willing to follow this topic change. "Well potions, of course," he began, though Bill was uncertain why that ought to have been obvious. "And transfiguration is good. Charms is alright, even if the theory is a little dull. Next year we begin electives, you know, so that ought to be interesting."

"Oh? What electives are you taking?"

Draco grimaced. "Runes, Arithmancy, and Care."

"You don't look particularly thrilled with that."

"Well Fred promised he would make Ivy take Runes with me, but then I ended up having to take Care also, because Pansy said I should and because Blaise said he wasn't going to go to Care with Pansy and Ivy by himself."

"Care is an interesting class. I'm sure you'll find something enjoyable about it."

"It's not the class I'm concerned about," Draco said with a face indicating that this should be obvious. "Have you met Ivy?"

"Yes…"

"And have you seen her around any creatures? Any? At all?"

"Well she does enjoy talking to Charlie it seems…"

"Yes, and do you know why she is accompanying your family to Egypt?"

Bill just waited for the answer that would most likely be different from the one he would have offered.

"Because Lord Peverell wants to ensure that she does not adopt a dragon while he is gone. Adragon. Since with her it is unfortunately a valid concern. I already know enough about every creature that could potentially kill me that there is, and at this point the other ones seem too boring to bother with. And yet now I'm stuck in Care for the next three years with one girl who wants a unicorn as her personal war horse and another who thinks the more X's a creature is ranked the better pet it would make. I enjoy my body parts right where they are, thanks."

With that Draco gave a little huff and Bill had a flashback to a similar huff given by a ten year old Percy who was tired of explaining the logical reasoning behind the ban on dragon breeding in Britain to his dragon-enthusiastic older brother. Charlie, not Bill, just to be absolutely clear. "Well, at least you'll know to be on guard if either of them gets too excited about a particular creature," Bill offered.

Draco gave him an assessing look that was probably supposed to be subtle yet was anything but. "Thank Merlin there's at least one reasonable Weasley," he said, relief more than heat evident in his tone.

Bill chuckled. "Well, if you decide you want to join what is likely a rousing discussion on dragons and their potential as house pets," he said, gesturing to where Charlie and Ivy were discussing something excitedly and with big arm movements, "I'm sure they would be happy to oblige.

"I take it all back," came Draco's expressionless reply.

Bill laughed out loud. "Come on," he said, ruffling Draco's hair to the younger boy's horror. "I'll help you avoid my brothers and all talk of lethal creatures."

Draco adopted a serious, formal expression, but not before Bill caught a small smile. He smiled to himself and led the younger Malfoy to the dessert table. You couldn't very easily talk about dragons with cake in your mouth.

"Percy, there you are. Are you busy? No? Perfect. Come on."

Percy didn't actually get to respond to Thomas before he found himself being pulled along towards a group of wizards that he couldn't quite put names to, though he thought he might recognize one or two of them from some of the ministry reports he had seen.

"This is Percy Weasley," Thomas began, introducing him to the group. "He's in my year, and he is interested in working at the ministry after graduation. Isn't that great. Here, I'm sure there are plenty of things you can ask him. He's very smart. Oh, would you look at that. Someone is calling me. I will just talk to you all later."

And with that Thomas abandoned him. Percy drew in a breath and prepared himself for a brief, yet awkward conversation. Instead it appeared all five wizards were rather amused at Thomas's poorly disguised escape.

"Poor Roderick. He was so hoping Thomas would work at the ministry instead of heading off to France."

It took Percy all of half a second to remember that that was where Thomas's "girlfriend" lived. Oh, this was not something he wanted to be made to comment on.

"Sorry. Sebastian Bromford," the wizard said, extending his hand.

"Percy Weasley," Percy replied, even though Thomas had already informed them of that.

"And here we have Simon Parkinson, Alden Burke, Dunstan Thorburn, and Ignatius Greengrass," Bromford said, gesturing to each wizard in turn.

"Nate. Just Nate," Greengrass said, shooting a glare at Bromford who did not appear at all perturbed.

Alright then. Three Lords. That Thomas had abandoned him to.

"So, what are you interested in doing at the ministry?" Burke asked.

"I've been considering law," Percy said. It was true. He had considered it. Along with seventeen other options, but that didn't seem like the right thing to say at the moment.

"Political or practice?" Greengrass asked.

"Political," Percy replied.

To his surprise, Greengrass, Bromford, and Parkinson all perked up at that statement.

"Really. How wonderful," Parkinson said.

"Henry has mentioned you," Greengrass said, and Percy felt his ears burning just a tad. "Seems to be very impressed with you. So politics, eh? Every think about running for something or other? Minister one day, perhaps?"

And so Percy spent the next forty-five minutes talking with three wizards who were very eager to hear all about his plans for the future. It was strange, but he went with it. Thomas's keen departure and abandonment could probably be forgiven.

"Uh, Pansy, you okay?" Blaise asked, concerned for his friend who was sitting there with a small frown on her face.

"I still think it would have been better with unicorns," she said.

"Well, maybe you can have unicorns at your wedding?"

Pansy nodded, eyes not moving from wherever they were fixed. Blaise couldn't quite tell what she was looking at. "That is feasible, right?"

"Um, sure?"

"Good. Because if I can't ride off into the sunset on the back of a unicorn with the fields of my enemies burning behind me, then what even is the point?"

Blaise backed away slowly and went to find one of his friends who wouldn't bring disturbing imagery to mind through their conversation. It took him a while to find someone he considered safe enough to meet that criteria. He needed more friends.

Harry sat there, mentally calculating how long it would take before he could leave. Yes, yes, it was their wedding and it was nice, but they were married now. Why was the rest of it taking so long?

"Harry," came Barty's frantic but low voice.

"Yeah?" Harry asked perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. It wasn't like hewantedsomething to have happened, but he was eager for any excuse to leave at this point. Even Luna looked like she was done at this point, so Harry felt entirely justified in his feeling.

"What do I do?" Barty looked more upset and worried than Harry had ever seen him, so he turned his full attention to the man.

"What happened?"

"Lady Longbottom is here, and I don't know what to do," Barty said. "I can't talk to her, but I'm running out of ways to avoid her."

Harry winced. Yes, that was indeed a problem. Augusta Longbottom had for some as of yet unknown reason taken a liking to both Harry and Sirius, but Barty was, at this point, easily identified with them, and yet Harry had no good way to either keep them apart or introduce them, because just how exactly are you supposed to introduce someone like Barty to someone like Augusta Longbottom. "Oh hey, by the way, here's one of the wizards you think is responsible for torturing your son and daughter-in-law, but he didn't actually do it, and everyone thinks he's dead but he's not, and isn't this just dandy."

No.

Thankfully Luna offered a solution.

"You could tell her," she said.

Okay Harry was maybe not entirely thankful, since that sounded horrible, but he knew that you ignored Luna's advice at your own peril, and perhaps in the end that would be the best course of action. Maybe.

"Not now, of course, since it will take quite a while to tell her everything."

"Wait, likeeverything?"

"Yes, of course."

"And you think that would be a good idea?"

"I think it helps to have someone to talk to."

"But this can wait, right?"

By this point Barty looked horrified. "You're going to tell hereverything?"

Harry shrugged. "Might be good to have someone else that knows."

Luna reached out a hand to comfort Barty. "It will be alright," she reassured him.

Barty didn't look entirely convinced, but he did relax marginally.

"Any chance you want to be the one to do the explaining?" Harry asked Luna.

She simply kissed him on the cheek as she stood up.

"That wasn't a no," Harry pointed out as she walked away.

Barty's unimpressed stare did nothing to curb his optimism.

Today had been perfect. Absolutely perfect. And now, as she lay on the extra bed in Ginny's room, Ivy decided that going to Egypt instead of Romania was worth the absolute perfection that had been today. Besides, Charlie was going too so she would still have plenty of time to talk to him about dragons. And there was always next year. Maybe Luna would say yes to a pet…