Dick grinned up at the hair-ruffle (really, he was always craving more touch), preening a little at the praise and still a little surprised at the address, and then.

Then, Tim's face.

He reached up to take Tim's hand from the top of his head, holding it between both of his palms.

"I memorized some of Alfie's recipes, tried to help him out while he was out for groceries, because he does everything, you know? And that didn't end up too well, but I still remember them. So if you want, we can try to make them together. Or I can write them all down for you to try."

Small, almost awkward shrug. "I promise I'll come up with something better for your next birthday we celebrate together." Here or back home.