"Oh, sounds completely delicious." If that was the drink he'd gotten now, Dick might give a brief look at it... but wouldn't presume to ask for a sip. He'd get it another time, maybe. "Though I was asking about treats that go with the coffee."

Now that they were out of the hospital and not moving, it didn't take long for Dick to get a little restless. Not the kind that meant his attention was straying (it wasn't, his eyes were focused in a way that split between the man across from him and the coffee), just an excess of energy finding its way out. Tapping toes. Fingers playing with the handle of his mug. That kind of a thing.

And he looked up with a wide grin, a lot of the uncertainty that went with not knowing melting away because of the simplicity of the question. "Feels like it's finally possible to catch up with the world. Besides, this is awesome stuff!"

His eyes crinkled briefly in the direction of Antonio, in gratitude, then returned to Hartley. "It shows, huh?"