[She accepts the kiss, leaning into it with a smile (everyone in Blackgale has noted she's been doing that a lot more).

The iconic paper bag of white and red palm trees dangles from her hand and she holds it up in mock triumph.]

Glad it's whetting your appetite. It's divine and greasy, two things that usually don't go together.

[Since they're within their domain, she uses her magic more freely, waving her free hand so that the lawn table and chairs slide through the grass to where they're standing.]

Let's eat outside and you can give me more of your impressions of the town.