Gyre doesn't! know! why! the waiter is still there!! He keeps glancing awkwardly up at them, his eyes flicking between them and the child every few moments. Why is this person hovering? What do they want??

"I uh... I can tell," he says slowly, peering up at the waiter while the child over here demolishes an omelet. He's suddenly very aware of where he is and how little he understands the etiquette of these places. It's way too distracting for him, and the kid looks busy anyway.

"I would like to talk with you sometime. It doesn't have to be now. If you and Fen want to eat together, I'll uh, sit outside or something," he offers to the two of them, shifting in his chair to stand and get away from this suddenly too noisy place.