Maria managed to find her way back into and out of an argument all in the span of one breath. Honestly, even if she wasn't hurt by the fact that her friends were doing something she wasn't interested in, Dinah was pretty sure she would have taken up the argument just for the sake of argument, as proven by how quick she was to jump into an argument with herself.
She was the odd one out of the family discussion. Her family had their problems; of course, but they had both survived to see her become an adult (a very young adult, but an adult nonetheless), and she had never doubted that they had both loved and cared for her, and had done the best they knew how. She also had a plethora of uncles and family friends who were still willing to take up the parental reigns when they (or she) thought they needed to. That wasn't Bruce's experience, and certainly didn't seem to be Maria's-- even if Maria had never been particularly candid with Dinah about her childhood. It wasn't hard to see certain earmarks of a difficult early life, even if the details were fuzzy.
She smiled at Bruce's kiss of her hand, and his continued hopefulness for a girl-- which still seemed somewhat strange to her; but he did already have quite a few boys running around... and his reasoning had as much to do with her mother as it did with her... and while that was probably weird too, it did touch a soft spot in her heart.
At Maria's question, Dinah just rolled her eyes. "How can you come up with a composite of a perp if you can't draw it yourself-- and don't have access to forensic artists?" She pointed out. There was, obviously, a very good reason why Bruce could draw accurately, if not particularly artistically. Damian on the other hand... "You should see the painting Damian did for Bruce for Father's Day." She added, quietly with some measure of self-consciousness attached. Damian was a whole separate issue, and since she was fairly certain he would much rather she not be here at all (let alone in such a permanent standing these days); she figured he most likely would object to her talking about his art. Or him. Or existing.
There had to be a balance somewhere... it would just take some time to find it.
She hoped.
But that wasn't really the problem of the night, even if this counted as a baby step towards breaking the news to Damian himself.
She nudged Bruce with her elbow, "You should just be my drinking surrogate. And I'll be the person who'll call 911 if someone starts choking."