"Not a fish, no." He was perusing the menu and watching her and listening and doing all three at once made his excitable brain just whirr right along. Finally, he just propped his chin up and stared at her, nodding along with what she was saying.
"That might be, uh-" He sat up and cleared his throat once, twice. "Helpful. Wouldn't want to offend the ol'- Well, you." He smiled at her and then, thankfully, the waiter came and the Doctor looked up and ordered, with a stumble here and there, a few things from the menu.