[Dick nodded, because this would probably just be weirder if they were just. Standing in the doorway.]
Sure.
[He headed into the apartment, heading over to the sitting area that was more or less connected to the kitchen. There were some modern looking, but comfortable couches organized around a television, and there was maybe a sweatshirt tossed over one of the arms of one of them because Dick is kind of a slob. He glanced back at Buffy instead of taking a seat, gesturing towards the kitchen.]
[SPAMMAGE]
Sure.
[He headed into the apartment, heading over to the sitting area that was more or less connected to the kitchen. There were some modern looking, but comfortable couches organized around a television, and there was maybe a sweatshirt tossed over one of the arms of one of them because Dick is kind of a slob. He glanced back at Buffy instead of taking a seat, gesturing towards the kitchen.]
Do you want anything, or?