"No thank you," Tim said with quiet politeness. He'd managed to avoid being irritated or reacting to irritated people, and he could pull off the pleasant, cheery shopper when it suited him to get the best customer service.
"It's really shirts!" Dick was saying while Tim internally counted at Damian's procrastination. And hey, if there were other presents lurking in that bag with the honest-to-gawd tops, Dick wasn't giving any tells. It was the safest place to hide them when Tim seemed to make a smooth hobby out of averting his eyes and Damian seemed so utterly disinterested. (It was totally worth Tim's earlier, irritated texts when he'd disappeared elsewhere in the mall, too.) "Sin, you believe me, right?"
Tim was about to tell Damian never mind. What did he care if Damian got his shopping done? So long as Sin was getting presents, that's what...
Then Jason sat down.
Dick had another mouthful of burger, so he stopped mid chew. Tim had been about to take a sip of soup, the spoonful dribbling back into the bowl when he stopped paying attention to it, giving away the surprise despite his face's seeming composure. Damian spoke, and suddenly the stills that were Jason's sibling-sorts went into motion again, Tim dropping his spoon into his untouched soup and pushing it toward Jason the same time Dick pushed the rest of his fries Jason's way.
"So," Tim said, taking up the narrative (because Dick couldn't, struggling to get his giant bite down his throat quickly). "We still need to hit the North and West side of the mall, than, which is great, because it takes us right by the tea store, entertainment, and Legos." He took a sip of his coffee.
"I wanted to go to the LEGO store first," Dick complained, having finally won his food down.
Tim looked at his coffee suspiciously. "That's precisely why we didn't hit that side first," Tim said, brow pinched. "What about you, Jason? What do you have left?" As though he'd been there all along and was just fashionably late.