"True enough, darling." Daphne hums, resting her chin in her palm, elbow propped up on the table, as she watches Luna settle into her seat. Perhaps she should have expected it more, going to a Wizarding bar in an English-speaking country. Ah well.

"Nothing but wanderlust, I suppose. I wanted to see new things, meet new people... broaden my horizons, as it were." One finely-manicured finger traces the rim of a drink she didn't pay for. "What about you?"