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[sciencesquid]

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[heyunderoos]

[Peter snorts at that.] You know people in Chicago eat hot dogs like that, right? Full huge tomato slices and pickles.

I'll revoke your New York citizenship if you try to sell me on a Chicago dog. [His accent becomes a little more obvious in the moment.]

[sciencesquid]

[Otto didn't know that, but you know what? He'll roll with it.]

Tomato slices and pickles don't sound half bad, actually. Toss in some lettuce, maybe. Some sauerkraut...

[heyunderoos]

[Peter's snout wrinkles in open displeasure at the thought of that much on a hot dog.]

Yeah, that's it, I'm revoking your New York citizenship! [He throws his hands in the air, tail whipping against the ground.]

[sciencesquid]

[Otto just laughs out loud at that exasperation.]

Go ahead, take it. I stand by what I said, so it's a price I'm willing to pay.

[heyunderoos]

Horrible, awful- [Peter is maybe hamming it up, trying to not laugh. This is such a goofy conversation to have after the confrontation with the store owner, but its a relief too. Something easier to think about, home, than what could have happen next.

His tail swishes across the sidewalk a bit faster now, tail tip hitting the concrete.] I can't believe my father figure would betray me like this!

[sciencesquid]

[Just as planned. If there's anything to take one's mind off an unpleasant confrontation, it's humor. Otto would've been totally content to keep laughing, but that father figure remark just elevates the good mood even further. He brings a hand up to Peter's head to ruffle his hair.]

It's not a betrayal if it's for the sake of your health, dear boy.

[heyunderoos]

[Peter releases an indignant little squeak at the hair ruffling. The response not something he even notices initially.]

Would you eat tomatoes on a hot dog!?

[sciencesquid]

If it's served to me like that, then... Yes. I don't see why not.

[It's said with a nonchalant shrug, but he's sincere about it. He's not a picky eater and he doesn't give a damn about 'hot dog tradition' either.]

[heyunderoos]

[Peter shudders visibly, his fur standing up a little. He pictures biting into a tomato on a hot dog and feels grossed out.]

But the texture is... eeugh. It's wrong on so many levels.

[sciencesquid]

What if it's processed in a blender first?

[Alright, now he's joking.]

[heyunderoos]

[This is how Otto sees a rat poof up further. He rubs at his face, not thrilled with the mental texture he's feeling right now.]

Ew, ew, ew. Eugh. Only do that if you're like- making ketchup or marinara sauce, not- pouring it on a hotdog with it being all chunky.