Klinger was still smiling at her when Margaret looked up from her bowl of strawberry ice cream. 'What did he just say?' She wondered. He wanted to know what she was doing Friday night. It wasn't enough that he had invaded the tent where Hawkeye and B.J.'s tub was, and jumped in with her while she was using it, sending her scurrying out into the compound in nothing but her towel. Now he had the audacity to ask her out.

"Before you say anything, major," Klinger began. "I just want to let you know that I can get my hands on some hot dogs from Tony Packo's. Doesn't that sound good?"

"I have a few connections left back in the ol' neighborhood." Klinger said with more confidence than he felt. "I'd really like to get some and share them with you."

"Well, I don't know." Margaret was about to tell him off, but stopped at the puzzled look on his face.

"Come on major you looked cute in the bathtub."

"I did? Oh, watch your mouth, or I'll show you 'cute in the bathtub'!"

"Yes, major. Now about the hot dogs, wouldn't you like to join me for dinner, the best you've ever eaten."

"But are you sure you can get them?"

"Yes. Well, almost sure."

"Oh! Just get out!"

Klinger leaves and goes on guard duty. "Halt who goes there?"

"Out of my way Klinger," Potter says.

"Yes, sir," he snapped, moving aside, then muttering, "First, I get yelled at by Major Houlihan when all I wanted to do was share the world's greatest treasure, Packo's Hungarian hot dogs with her. And now he's yelling at me."

"What were you saying?" Potter turned and headed back toward Klinger.

"Nothing, sir. Nice night, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah," Potter looked at Klinger suspiciously, then stomped off.

Klinger starts hearing rustling in the supply tent. When he finally gets in and finds out sees who's there. "Its you."

"Yes, well," Margaret turned quickly around.

Klinger could see she had been rummaging through a patient's effects. He wondered what of interest those things could be to her.

"Need any help, major?"

"No, the private had asked for his harmonica, and it doesn't seem to be here. But hey, what is it to you?"

"Those harmonicas disappear like hot cakes. I'll be happy to help you look for it."

"No, no, obviously its not here." Margaret headed toward the door. But Klinger was in the doorway, blocking her path.

"I have a confession to tell you."

"Now, what could that be?"

"I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since you married Penobscott."

Margaret was stunned. This was the last thing she expected. "In love with me? Klinger! Don't you think your taking this try for a section 8 a little too far?"

"No, major, I do not. I mean, this has nothing to do with a section 8."

"I admit I'm getting divorced and its ample timing but Klinger I'm not ready for another boyfriend."

"Just think about it Margaret."

"About what? What are you getting at?"

"One date to the movies and I'll have the hot dogs by then on Friday night. Please."

"I don't think.."

"Please, major," Klinger interrupted before Margaret could decline. "You'll have a nice time, I promise."

"Well," she answered, unsure at the gleam in his eye.

"C'mon, it's Tony Packo's, they're the best."

"Well, all right, just this one time."

"Good," Klinger replied happily. He turned to exit the tent, muttering under his breath, "yeah, right, just this one time."

Friday night there in the Mess tent. Klinger has hot dogs in a box sitting on his lap. His wearing a Red hat. "Here Major."

"Take off your hat." Rizzo said and knocked it into the hot dogs.

"Why, you!!" Klinger yelled, jumping up and lunging for Rizzo. He momentarily forgot the hot dogs on his lap, but Margaret caught them before they could tumble to the floor.

"Don't worry about him. Aren't we supposed to be having a nice hot dog dinner?"

"Yes, major, yes." Klinger was furious with Rizzo, but managed a smile when Margaret took his hat from the box and handed it back to him.

Klinger puts it back on his head then Rizzo nocks it off again.

Margaret could tell Klinger was just itching for a fight with that imbecile, Rizzo, and Rizzo was egging it on, but she managed to keep some sort of calm between them. Also, they were gathering enough attention from others in the mess tent by just having dinner together.

Klinger laid his hat down on the table beside him, daring a glance at Rizzo to touch it again.

"These look nice." Margaret picked up one of the dogs.

"Packo's finest."

"Hi," Hawkeye sat down across from them. Margaret didn't trust the smirk on his face.

"Can I have one of those good looking hot dogs?"

"Uh, well, sure, captain," Klinger said, looking at Hawkeye then to Margaret. He started to reach in the box, but Margaret stopped him.

"Pierce," she replied, pointing to the next table. "Your dinner is over there."

"Ok, ok, I can tell when I'm not wanted."

"Thank you, major." Klinger grinned at her after Hawkeye left..

"Well, this is our dinner, not his."

"But he asked politely."

"I don't care. Let him find his own hot dogs."

"We have enough to share."

"So, let's enjoy them, like you said we would, and maybe if there's any left over."

"Then we can share with Capt. Pierce, and everybody else?"

"Yes," Margaret nodded as they both broke into laughter.

The hot dogs were the best, just as Klinger had promised. And Margaret did enjoy her meal and her company.

"There's a movie tonight, major. Would you care to go to it?"

"Klinger I had a good time last night but.... I just can't. I'm not even divorced yet."

"I know. We can just go as friends, can't we?"

"Klinger I'm sorry. I'm not ready for anything. Not even friendship."

"Goodbye Major."

"Goodnight."