Giggling, Hythlodaeus leads the way to the bench and plops down, and after a bite of his own he offers yet another to Emet-Selch. He wouldn't want his friend to go hungry, either.

"I wonder what else this city offers in terms of food. We could look after this... I simply needed something rather quickly to tide me over."

He hadn't eaten in a long, long time after all. But he feels much better already, eating the hotdog.