Tristan took the menu, oblivious to the fact that the man had lost it and had been stressing about it, though not oblivious to the fact that the man seemed a little tense and awkward. "That's alright," he said, not sure what was supposed to be alright. "Well, that puts no pressure on me at all..." he said sarcastically. He looked at the menu. "I'll have the fish and chips, please." He ate that too much these days, but it was one of the safe options. "And a pint... Any local brews you'd recommend?"