Augh, god, sea prunes. Nope. Can't do those. He definitely can't do those, even knowing that they're actually supposed to be tangy... pretty sure those aren't tangy. Nope. But he would definitely continue on with the show. The two bottles begin spinning in each hand, before he tosses them in the air and starts juggling.

And to make it fun, he leaned a hip against the bar, not paying attention to the bottles he was throwing up and down in the air. "Wait, really?" Dick asked, surprise on his face. "I didn't know that was you! Nice move, really, like I said, it all tastes better if it's from an actual bottle. Kind of like coke in glass versus plastic bottles." He stopped throwing the bottles in the air, just so they were spinning back in his hands, before pouring in pineapple juice.

Both of them were set down, then, and he put the cap on the shaker, shaking it up in one hand, while he grabbed a glass in another. A scoop of ice into it, and he grabbed a small bottle, pouring a little dose of peach nectar into the glass.

"Yeah, badass. It means you're cool, awesome, no one should go up against you kind of thing." He looked up as he poured the mixture into the glass, setting. "Like you can kick someone's ass if they look at you the wrong way."

The glass is set on a napkin and pushed toward her. "You, my friend, are a badass."