He looked at Alfred. "That's 'Damianese' for he acknowledges yours is the best and would like a cup, right?"
Alfred just smiled quietly as he turned about to make another cup, adding less sugar.
Dick looked over at the ragged snowman with its missing eyes and ratted vest and wet stuffing. "What? He has character now." He was bluffing, of course, he knew the poor thing was beyond worthwhile repair, but he couldn't help but affront Damian's sensibilities at times.
He leaned back, knee catching under the bar for balance while he looked at Bruce upside down briefly before righting himself. "Morning! Or afternoonish... Alfred, what time is it again? And yeah, the mini-horse needs more chewies. Though you should see what the cat did to the mantle tree. I'm going shopping with Mia later before I help distribute toys in Bludhaven for Toys for Tots. I can pick this goober up something then." He leaned down to wrap his hands around Tidus' head, scratching behind his ears.