Although she understands only about half of what he actually said, the intent is clear: Laszlo has a monstrosity, and he's going to eat it. Her disapproval is written all over her face, even if she can't bring herself to chide him properly. She doesn't know the whole story of his home life, but the threads that stick out are that he was deprived, now he's not. And if a hot dog makes him happy, probably she should let him have it.

But not without a slow shake of her head. "What did they do to that?"