[There's a light shriek from Dick's mouth when Damian starts mussing up his hair, taken by surprise. And he fights back against Damain's push with another bout of laughter, ducking his hear around the man's hand and reaching up on his tip toes to try and bat back at Damain's face. Or wave his hands around in his personal space, in lieu of actually being able to realistically reach that high.] I bet you're a big wet towel at parties too. If you're not careful you're going to go senile and then Batman will be crazy and yelling at the Penguin to get off his lawn.

[He's quick to give up his attempt at retaliation though, especially when Alfred draws his attention instead. (Alfred, who of course was never going to go senile. It was OK for him to make fun of Damian for it though, because Damian was his big brother.)]

Oh, right! [Limbs withdrawn, he flies away from Damian's side to position himself in front of Alfred instead, hands curled energetically at his sides, a tacit acknowledgement that he would be absolutely ecstatic to help.] Big D said you're gonna make pirogo for dessert! [So very very excited.] And something with eggplant too.