"Well, I don't know, do you prefer strawberry or chocolate?" He was letting her have her pick. He was a gentleman like that. (And nothing said love like not eating the slices on the way over.)
Dick was enthusiastic. He could be calm when he needed to be, and quiet when he caught on that Babs needed it. But sometimes she was gone, disappearing into the work, into the mission, and he felt like an outsider, waiting for her to surface. Bruce at least had given him practice on waiting for someone to come back to normality, though. At least to their 'normal'. Usually when it happened with Barb, he would just plant himself on the couch and would be asleep in seconds (he blamed the couch--it had special coma-inducing cushions).
Now, though, the grin was downright hyper as she asked for five minutes. Oh, if he were a puppy, there would be no containing him, but instead of jumping and tail wagging he was up, sweeping a kiss on her cheek (so as to not make a smacking sound in any of her communications). "See you in five!" he whispered happily, then left her alone so she could indeed wrap up.
And if it took her a bit more than five minutes, he didn't fuss, just played on his phone and kept away from the couch-of-slumbery-doom. Never mind that he was now shoeless, upside down, keeping balance on one hand, then switching to the other, phone soon in his left and the tip of his tongue out as he squint at the screen and checked social media, gravity pulling on the cuff of his pants and shirt.