Hot dogs are a traditional summer food in many parts of North America.
Of course, not all of the people in Milliways are from North America. It may not even be summer wherever they come from.
The Landlord, however, seems to be a fan of American summer pastimes, because as patrons enter the bar today, they find a platter of hot dogs, in buns, on each and every table in the Bar. There's even a bottle of mustard and relish next to each platter.
There's no indication of who put them there, and most people know it's not a good idea to eat food in Milliways that's just sitting out. But they smell so good (despite being a slightly off-putting shade of bright red)... what could it hurt, really?
[ooc: Thus begins the Were-Wiener plot! Please read the
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