"Ah," Maria said, with just a faint flicker of her eyelashes to suggest a roll of her eyes. "Obviously. I'm sure the antique pieces help as well. Adds panache." And only in a place like this could a word like that be used, and not have it be further hyperbole. She did see the general point, at least; it was a big, rambling place, too comfortable to truly be a museum (she wondered if she had Dick to thank for that) and if it could have a butler, it could easily absorb some IKEA pieces and not look wrong.
She was still glad that it was Dinah's to deal with the whole 'fitting a normal person into Wayne Manor' thing. She just came for the food and the excellent alcohol, and left when she felt uncomfortable.
Except for right now, anyways. She'd almost taken a drink, and was glad she hadn't quite, when Bruce casually tossed a bombshell into her lap, one that made absolutely no sense. "Wait what?" she said, stupidly, reflexively, looking back and forth between Dinah and Bruce, waiting for Dinah to elbow him and tell him it wasn't funny. But then, it had been a quiet, quick wedding, layered with suspicions she and Lois had picked apart because spies and reporters needed something to talk about over cake, and Dinah hadn't been into the beer at the Fourth of July party, and... "What?" she repeated.
It was really all she could think to say. Dinah was pregnant. they were going to be parents. And however unconventional they were, their baby would have to take precedence. Maybe they wouldn't mean to, but a shift in priorities would mean a shift in friends, because the world knew she was bad with kids, worse with babies, and wouldn't have anything in common with them anymore while they did married-parent stuff. Maria stared into her glass, then downed about half in a single painful slug.
Then she told herself to put it all away, because this wasn't about her. "Right. Uh. Congratulations?" Yeah, that was the thing she was supposed to say. And she mostly meant it. There was just a small, mean, selfish part of her that collapsed on itself, but they didn't need to see that. "Um." There were probably a bunch of stupid questions she could ask, that everyone asked. They felt like lies.