There are no hot dogs left, the cafeteria lady informs you before you've even asked. Did you want hot dogs? Whether you did or not, she seems convinced that that's what you're here for.

You glance around and spot the culprit without much effort. Zell is sitting at one of the tables, working his way through a frankly obscene quantity of hot dogs.

He cheerfully waves you over to join him. He does not, however, offer you a hot dog. That's fine. He seems so happy to have some to eat at last. It would be cruel to take them off his hands.

If you'd like, you can read my overview of Zell's character! Or you can just stay on this page and watch him eat hot dogs. I'm not here to tell you how to spend your time.

• I'll leave him to it and wander over to the dorms.
• It's too noisy in here. I'll get some fresh air at the quad.
• I'll head back to the corridors or the entrance hall.