If she ever asked how long he'd crushed on her, she might be surprised how soon that had started. But like everything, there had been complications, something always in the way of their ever really hitting it off. So by the time it was a consideration, Dick was unavailable. Then she had been. The story of their youth.
He'd never stopped loving Babs during that. It was a big reason he broke off his previous relationship. He knew what a strong, painfully irreplaceable love felt like and there was only ever one person who evoked that from him. Dick 'bubbled' a lot outwardly. He was high energy. He liked to entertain. His mind didn't stop. Inwardly Gotham had colored him gray, though. Babs made all sorts of color bleed through anyway, so even if she were to ever turn him away forever, he'd still be striped with all those bright reminders of a person who got under his skin in an intense way no one else did.
Said person was asking about plates.
"Oh, plates! Right!" He flipped to his feet, a little loud in his hurry before sweeping off into the kitchen. Shoot. This meant there would be dishes to wash. He supposed he could do those, if he didn't conveniently forget. "Guess I shoulda done that while waiting, huh?" Then he was back, a fist full of cutlery as well being set on the table. All manic energy of his hands flying into bags and extracting the meal from its insulating containers.
"So, the newly weds seem to be doing well..." Blatant fishing for her take on that was blatant.