[Nott inspects her food for a moment, having never encountered a hot dog and being surprised by the presentation in a cushion of bread. Still, she's pretty excited about the free meal, so she glances up warily at the man accompanying her and removes her mask.
A frightening row of sharp, goblin teeth take a large, gruesome bite out of her meal, complete with an almost bestial and certainly unladylike noise as she smacks her lips and gobbles her little taste of it down.
Between bites, she answers.]
It's good! Doesn't taste like any dog I'm familiar with, though.
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A frightening row of sharp, goblin teeth take a large, gruesome bite out of her meal, complete with an almost bestial and certainly unladylike noise as she smacks her lips and gobbles her little taste of it down.
Between bites, she answers.]
It's good! Doesn't taste like any dog I'm familiar with, though.