Nightwing's eyes went to the whirling sticks, shaking his head slowly with an impressed smile. It did make him wonder if they got in a fight and she was in proper gear...
But no reason for that. Instead he gave a playful wince. "Do they have to dig with table spoons? Cause if so think I better stick with using the windows."
When Hill's expression didn't change, he leaned closer to Bobbi, whispering. "I think she's going to mark 'no'. Maybe I should have drawn coffee beans."
Dick didn't miss a beat. "Really good cake." After all, Alfred's lava cake was the best, and the manor was probably the safest place to discuss everything HYDRA and Gotham.
"Heh. I'd like to stay and play, but I gotta be home by dawn or no supper before bed." He walked backwards, saluting two fingers at Bobbi and aiming them at her. "But we should definitely have a play date. You weren't nearly going full on." He looked to Maria. "Cake. Don't forget."