Dick shoves the last of his food in his mouth partly because of the time and partly to stop himself from saying anything stupid (again) before he had chance to engage his brain. It's a bit of a big mouthful, so it ends up being an awkwardly long time before he can swallow it and actually speak again, and he looks a little sheepish when he does.

"I'll pick you up around seven?" he offers, grabbing both his tray and hers to take them over to the bins. "And yea, let's get out of here."