"It's a hot dog, not a glass of wine," she tells him, but she sounds amused instead of critical.

"Pleasing, huh? Good! There's a lot more where that came from." She plants her hands on her hips--determination and satisfaction. "We'll make a junk food junkie outta you yet."

But where does she want to eat....?

"Mmmmm... hmmm. Let's see~"

Honestly, no offence to Tyki, but she didn't come all the way out to Wismuth to eat a hot dog. No matter how good that hot dog might be.

"Okay! I've decided. I'm gonna get something for me--and then you can pick the next stop."