Hythlodaeus smiles, turning to face the vendor- who looks somewhat baffled by the manipulative tactics he just witnessed, all for the sake of a hotdog. Hythlodaeus pays it no mind, and once he has his hotdog with as many toppings as he could cram onto it he glides over to Emet-Selch easily and takes a bite.

"It's... hm. Hm!" His face lights up. He's never been fussy about food and this seems to strike him as delicious. He holds the hotdog up to Emet-Selch.

"Try a bite?" It's a greasy, saucy mess and it really is exactly what he needed.