It ain't friendship, whatever y'got goin' on. Or at least it ain't a normal one. I dunno what it is, exactly, but that ain't the word I'd use.

[ Her tone still has a slightly catty edge, but at least she's looking at the menu again when he asks her that question -- determined, it seems, to still have a meal with this man. Speaking of odd definitions for "friendship." ]

I'm gettin' waffles an' OJ. [ She eyes him over her menu. ] What're you gettin'?