"It wasn't supposed to be subtle," he laughs- it was partially to be irritating, but Emet-Selch would know better than anyone that he also meant it genuinely.

Hanging off his arm, he looks around them as they walk along the road.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He appreciates the view as they wander along, but he appreciates the smell of something cooking nearby much more. He immediately yanks Emet-Selch in that direction.

"Oh, hotdogs." At least, that's what the sign above the stand says. "What is a hotdog?"