No more chances for a good chat...
After realizing that if he stayed any longer, he might end up being the sacrificial lamb in the hands of some deranged alchemist, Motan wisely chose to get up and excuse himself.
As he reached the door, he hesitated and turned back to Luna, asking awkwardly, "Erm... "
"I wasn't planning on sleeping."
The young girl was focused on the notebook in her hands and without lifting her head said, "But in the latter part of the night, there was a small mishap, um...I sneezed while preparing the Dragon Sleep Powder, and as a result, I inhaled a lot of Analore Dust."
Motan, who had no idea what Analore dust was, blinked and said, "And then?"
"Then I was feeling a bit sleepy too, so I didn't administer emergency treatment to myself and let the undissociated magic powder take effect."
Luna turned a page leisurely and continued with her dreamy, hazy voice, "Don't worry, it was just after the effect appeared that I took a nap beside you, well dressed."