"I've never had a hot dog," Aeon replies, having been wandering in a very similar state of mind. "Let's say ... that. Is it actually dog meat?"

Living in a dystopian city-state constantly at war will really skew a girl's perspectives, after all. She's used to tasteless rations and the occasional pilfered egg or sweet from the Breen military's personal stash, so. Hot dogs, whatever they are, sound delightful.