The stallion chuckled at the face he was making. "Well, that would be my grade-A delicious fried hay dogs! I'd recommend the number four. Tastes great with some ketchup and mustard, and my fries, well," he leaned over his cart and brought a hoof to the side of his mouth in a comically theatrical stage-whisper, "...my hay fries are better than anypony else's in town. Old family recipe." A grin and a wink. "But let's have that be our little secret. If the secret got out, I don't think I could keep up with the demand!"