Their plates were gathered once the food was read. “Alright. What does’t Thou require for thy burger and dog of hotness?” He inquired in the most medieval voice he could attempt with his accent. “To the mustard!”
Of course they could be friends. To Riley they were already friends and no less than that unless otherwise stated.
“Alright. So, you got your ketchup, your mustard, mayo, relish. There’s fixin’s for the burger, lettuce and stuff. You know how this dance goes.”