"A milkshake"

She chuckles, clearly not having expected this response. "I suppose next you're going to tell me that there's an ostrich behind you." You take your hand off the referred-to book, looking behind you out of confoundment - is there actually an ostrich behind you? Searching thoroughly and establishing the non-existence of said ostrich, you turn back to her; "oh, I suppose you actually mean this letter. I don't know, but I'm also not certain that it's any of your business."

She stares at you unblinkingly, until eventually you're **** to blink your drying eyes and turn your head slightly, just in time for her to speak, "I don't suppose you'll tell me what's in the letter?"

After a moment of thought, you shake your head: no. "Ah well then, let me just start filling out this form. Are you into men, women, or both?" She sits down and grabs a pen, starting to fill out information, and looks up at you, expectantly.