At the phrase "Crumple-Horned Snorkacks", Luna perked up and listened attentively. Luna was delighted. This time the search was going swimmingly well - why, she hadn't been here more than 10 minutes and several clues had already presented themselves to her! She thought of where she could get "intezztinezzz of a sturgeon in heat, fried with the eye of a ceolocanth, and stewed for sixxx weekzzz in a pot of plain goat fat" - was a ceolocanth a relative of the coelacanth? Just how large did the pot of plain goat fat have to be?

Luna considered asking the man-shaped being if he would care to elaborate which celestial alignment he was talking about - afterall, if by chance the celestial alignment was happening right now it would be a pity to miss it, wouldn't it? - but decided that she'd wait till the man-shaped being and the man behind the desk finished their conversation. It was only polite. Besides, she might be able to glean more information that way.