[ There's a long moment as she watches what he's trying to do, scrambling for the discard t-shirt and holding it up above their heads. Luna stares incredulously for a moment before giggling a little. And who's t-shirt is it, exactly? Who knows. ]

You're just being silly, now. That is someone's t-shirt! [ It's not a complaint, she is not complaining. Honestly it's a delight to watch him like this, as ridiculous as he is. Her fingers slide from his mouth and with a brief moment of whimsy, her head ducks to steal a kiss from him. ] But it's very darling.

I'm still not going to say it, even if I can. And I even know the 'eff-word', too. [ Louis told her what is means, some of the contexts of it being used. His menace lives on: This is His Legacy. ] No big curses, no little curses.