Barbara laughed, okay the teenager thing she could understand, she'd grown up with Dick after all - and even James before, well before. She rolled her eyes at him, "You say that like you're the only one who has been looking after Gotham's heroes and trying to keep the city afloat." She reminded him shaking her head, making her wish she had something small to toss at him for it.
"Pizza and I are very good friends." She admitted, because he was right of course it was a weight doing all of that and then trying to come home and cook - why bother when you could order in? But honestly Barbara lived off a pretty steady diet of coffee and not enough sleep.