Tim smiled approvingly at Sin. It was such a different world from where she grew up, and she was handling it with wonder instead of fear. "Good. You just let us know if you get uncomfortable or have questions." They were always happy to answer questions, though sometimes things that they just knew as part of their culture were hard to explain at times.
"He pulled his pita bread and soup toward himself after taking a sip of drink. He then immediately took another drink, brow pinching ever so slightly before stirring the soup with a spoon. "It's the season, Damian. They should be well stocked for the demand."
Dick took a much different approach to his food. He was shoveling fries in his mouth before grabbing up the burger and yawning his jaw open to cram a third of it in his mouth, chewing with puffed cheeks before sucking at his soda, things rapidly disappearing.
Tim had meanwhile looked at Dick's bags, brow raised. "What could you want from Vic Sec?"
Dick chewed while thinking, then swallowed and grinned. "Maybe I have sensitive skin."
Tim looked deadpan at him. "Never mind. I feel dumb for asking now and don't want to know what you got Babs."
"For your information, they have some cool sporty tops that I thought she'd like that actually look comfortable."
"Nope! Don't care now! Damian, how much have you gotten done?" Tim looked at him, hopeful of being spared any jeering from Dick.