Adia and Caspar have both had hotdogs before, but the unique Coney Island style of topping it in a meat sauce, onions, and cheese is new to her. She eats hers delicately, careful not to let any of it drip onto her new stuffed animal, but does finish the whole thing. Screaming at the top of your lungs builds up an appetite, apparently.

Caspar takes a bite or two out of politeness. It's good, but it's rich, and he's simply not hungry enough to eat more than that. He's carefully wiping the grease off his fingers with a napkin when Harley's friend shows up. Wow, that name is terribly accurate. For a moment, he's reminded of the satyrs at the Nexus festival, but he holds his tongue. Different world, likely a different reason for this man's strange appearance. "A pleasure, Mr. Boy."

"Nice to meet you," Adia chimes in, waving shyly from her seat next to Caspar. She hopes that the two of them are making a good impression. "Harley said we might run into some of her friends here."