"As you'd like." The Doctor let the matter go easily, dropping his hand without losing the smile that tugged at his lips. The fact the other man had passed on offering his name—along with the handshake—had not gone unnoticed. But he wasn't going to press, not now.
He too set his gaze upward, at the hand-written menu scrawled out across a series of chalkboards. He hummed thoughtfully as he considered his options, then it was their turn to step up to the counter, he rambled off his order quickly. "One large ginseng tea with honey and one of those twisty pastry things, yes the one right there..." He pointed towards the illuminated bakery case. "And.." He turned towards Obi Wan then, waiting for his selections before offering his card to the cashier to cover their chosen breakfasts.