It was tough having Sin look to Damian on how to behave. Because Damian didn't behave like a kid. No one had let him be one. Tim wasn't exactly a good model for a kid either, sometimes also too serious except on those rare occasions he could be teased out of it. The nineteen year old was in college now anyhow, so had lost a lot of his boyish spontaneity.
Thankfully, there was one member in Bruce's household who had refused to entirely let go of being a kid when interacting with others.
Not that he couldn't coordinate, which showed in his ability to carry four drinks in the crook of one arm while weaving swiftly among the other shoppers and sipping his own quadruple shot venti. "Starbucks for us!" he said cheerfully, handing the latte over to Dinah. "Teavana for you three. Got you berry, Sin." He crouched down and handed the drink to the girl. "Not too sweet, but some," he warned. "Emperor cloud, Alfred?"
Alfred raised a brow briefly before accepting the cup of tea. He hadn't asked for any of course. Dick held the cup out to Damian without looking to him. "And your usual, Dame. Who are we shopping for, first?" He looked among them, grinning, blue eyes bright, biking jacket hanging open over his blue t-shirt, carpenter jeans bunching a little over the top of his shoes, tennies mostly untied. He could have been any regular guy wandering around, blending perfectly with the regulars.