"I love it!" she proclaimed as she looked over at this shirt, "You did show them." She chuckled, Bart was just a breeze of fresh air for Laurel, she had been stuck in a rut with death of Tommy, things with Oliver were still tense, but she was here trying to as if nothing was wrong, even if everything else was.

She didn't remarked on his slight blush or the comment about food being over her, because she didn't think it was something to comment. Although it was nice to know he liked her, she liked him, Bart seemed to make the broken woman smile without her realizing it.