Dick's in the kitchen, clad in long pajama bottoms and a t-shirt for some band on this world. So, his normal sleeping clothes. The coffee pot gurgles softly to the side as the toaster pops and Dick pulls them out, getting out some butter. He glances over at the movement out of the bedroom and smiles. "Hey," he says, voice pitched low and nodding toward the couch in...what counts as a living room. Really, it's pretty open plan other than the bedroom Tim came out of and another door that's probably the bathroom. "Go ahead and sit down. I'll bring you over some coffee in a moment."