"Not for the food?!" Aster asked, eyes widening as he took the kiss, began to let himself out of the car. He wasn't really worried about getting in trouble with locals - not that he would be stealing kisses when they were inside the restaurant - but that was mostly to do with the fact that he rarely, if ever, worried about bodily harm. He was used to pain, he was used to defending himself. Perhaps he was rash at times, but he didn't intend to be...the artist didn't even give it a thought.
"The food is part of the charm. You can get the....craziest food in these places. Like ...fried Twinkies. Fried anything, really...burgers as big as your face and everything greasy enough to make a New England housewife faint. Definitely part of the draw." He looked over at Orpheus and grinned. "What, you don't agree?"