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The boy's love of syrup was to be expected; he was a little boy, after all! Bruce couldn't help but smile a little, lifting the paper up to read it once more as the boy scoffed his waffles... well-- okay, maybe scoffing them was a bad word, but he wasn't cutting and chewing them like the duke of margarine either.
"My word," Alfred replied as the boy spoke with his mouth open. "T-Thank you, master Dick. But I assure you, perhaps..."
Bruce waved his hand briefly, employing his napkin in his left hand before reaching across the table to wipe Dick's chin. Maybe that would give him a gentle hint? Even if it didn't, for now Bruce didn't seem to mind. "Hmm. Well-- I thought we could do a little clothes shopping today?" he began. "You'll be starting school again.... and I thought a new set of clothes would help start things out on the right foot," he eased, putting the napkin down. Somehow he'd put his paper down and simply watched the boy eating-- as though he were tending a little one in a high chair.
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