Truly, the Great Dane had no clue what the Targaryen girl meant by 'running a booth' but he got an idea since it seemed open to interpretation. The innocent Lucas had strayed from his roots of being an adorable cinnamon roll and took the pleasure of creating a kissing booth. In return for one peck on the cheek on a love lady, or broad boy, a favor was in order that he would use in the future. He'd most likely not use that favor though. There wasn't much to do. It was just a form of currency to him. After all, who had gold these days?
"Annnnd..." Lucas placed an 'open' sign on top of his wooden table. "We're open." He let out a small chuckle. What he didn't know, was his own unattractive appearance. Honestly, who would want to kiss a slobbery canine though? His cheeks flapped in all directions and his skin was full of fat rolls whenever he sat down. It wasn't classy.