a conversation that never took place

"...You know, my view on aesthetics is that beauty is evenness... simplicity of texture, of complexion... defined shapes..."

"Oh, really? So how does my face fall under that category, then?"

"Easily. Look, your eyebrows are so straight, and dark, too...they substitute a frame. Then, your nose, it's absolutely straight, as well; a perfect triangle in profile. Your lips...the upper and the bottom one are almost equal in volume. There is nothing disturbing or superfluous in your face."

"Hm...tell me, who are you?"

"Oh well, let me introduce myself as a connoisseur of beautiful things."

"Ha, well, what's your name, then?"

"Oh, what are names..."

"...what?"

"I won't tell you. Remember me as just some scallywag."

"... you're the paragon of weirdness, d'you know that?"

"Ha! Luna Lovegoods evil twin, at your service. ...Keep that picture, it's for you."

"Thanks. And what can I give you in return?"

"I don't know. Nothing, I guess. What I want, I ain't ever gonna get."

"Are you so sure about that?"

"Alas. ...unless you want to break the rules because you want it, too."