"Because I always know when dumb buoys aren't taking care of themselves. You probably need a bath too, but I was being nice, and not saying so!" She stares at the menu that he's placed on top of her hands for a second, then sets it aside gentle. She puts her hands out again. "Come here, give me your hands."

She wiggles her fingers, trying to convince him. They're getting a few glances here and there, but thankfully no staring or interruptions. Either way, she's not going to let up any time soon, and doesn't seem nearly as interested in food as he is.