When Barbara had arrived, she'd made her way up from the Batcave before she got an earful of 'doing something normal' from someone, and headed to her room to shower and get dressed. By the time Barbara had called for dinner, Cassandra had been curled up on the couch, watching some lame supermodel show that her laughing every five seconds at the stupidity of it all. When she heard the announcement, she glanced toward the kitchen, flicked off the television and pushed herself up from the warm spot on the couch.
Stretching, she made her way to the dining room, actually feeling quite hungry. It wasn't often she actually had a home cooked meal. Most of what she ate was instant and not exactly the best for you.
Entering the room, she offered a smile, before picking one the seats, at the table, and standing behind it. She knew it was Barbara's birthday, and wasn't going to ask or question about why she had wanted to make supper. It was her choice, if that was what made her happy.