First mistake about this place then, huh?

[ Peter tilts his head to give Clint a nod of camaraderie, glad anyway that at least there are others here who miss hot dogs just about as much as he does.

And he can feel it too, the way this guy feels about them. It's not just his emotions, but it's something else. Someone else. It's in his head.

This is too creepy. ]

Someone could make a killing, opening up a hot dog stand right about now. I can eat fifteen. No, fifty.