Hey, what can I get you? Sir? Hey, sir? Are you going to eat? If you're not going to spend at least three Delving Dollars, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
*pauses* *waits for the silence to become awkward* So. *notes that she's not exactly rushing off to sort out his breakfast order* You're a waitress, huh? Do you like it?
*in a low voice* We may need to convince him of that but yep, he knows you! He even saved your life on one memorable homoerotic occasion but we'll let him tell you all about that himself.