Lunaria taps her nails impatiently against the table, she hears the faint sounds of footsteps but push them out of her mind.
"When are they going to notice me? The bastards." She mumbles under her breath, hissing out a sigh.  
Lunaria suddenly hears the placing down of cookies on the table and quickly withdraws her hand from the air.  She sees a small girl, placing the platter of cookies carefully down on her table.  [@Dark Light] Huh.  She gives a smile at the girl who seems a bit nervous and picks up a cookie from the platter, she examines it.  Chocolate, should do for now.  
"Well, little girl, what brings you here?" Lunaria gives another of her fleeting, yet lovely smiles and raises an eyebrow.