That statement made any thoughts the two might have had of meandering off in distraction of leftover pumpkin pie vanish.
Unfortunately, their leave did make them miss Damian's rare polite interaction. Tim was first to return, laptop in hand and a device balanced on top. He set it up, did a quick search, fingers clicking quickly, then turned the connected device on. A simple grid popped up in the air. Tim frowned at it, pushed on the floating image with two fingers then made a flipping motion toward the wall, where it immediately jumped to. Then he picked up a pencil, kneeling near the grid projection closely and starting to sketch while looking at the image on his laptop, which was a robin in flight with a grid over it as well.
He did look up a bit with slight surprise at Damian, but just like the others, seemed to think a comment would change welcome behavior, so absorbed himself in sketching once again.
Dick took even longer to return, spying Ti's laptop immediately and drawing near it. "Ooooh, is that a custom Starktop 9?"
"Yeah."
"I want one! ... What happened to your old one?"
"Oh, I broke it." Tim didn't look up, squinting at his drawing space.
"Hm? Too bad. So... uh... What are you doing?"
Tim frowned, still sketching. "Uh, it's how John James Audubon managed to paint birds accurately. He would place them on a grid so that he could get the proportions right square by square. That's why his paintings are still reference by ornithologists even a hundred and fift-Dick."
Dick looked absolutely innocent. "Hm?"
Tim's voice was deceptively casual. "Why are you wearing one of my hoodies?"
"Oh, this?" Dick tugged on the edge of the hoodie as though to look at it for the first time. "I like this one! What, not just anyone can borrow your hoodies?"
Tim narrowed his eyes, looking fully at Dick now. "I'm not saying," he said slowly, "That you can't borrow my hoodies. But you didn't ask and we're painting."
Dick laughed. "Oh fine. I wasn't really going to paint in it." He peeled it off and tossed it to the relative safety of the furniture in the middle of the room. Tim didn't look amused. Dick waved his hand, still grinning. "Honestly! I'm teasing! I need a pencil."
Tim sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose, then just shook his head and went back to sketching.
Meanwhile Dick as looking at the ceiling. "Hey, Dinah, anyone have dibs on the ceiling?" Because if any of the boys was going to find a way to defy gravity...