Dick burst into a cackle at her reaction, she always made it so worth it. It took him a few moments to compose himself, though he couldn't quite wipe the grin from his face, and he busied himself giving Gucci a pet (even if he wasn't sure if metal dogs could feel petting, it still felt right to pet it) to give her a chance to get over her shock. When he looked up again, she'd shifted to the side so he could get a better look at what she was doing. Oh good, she wasn't really mad at him, despite enjoying scaring her so much he didn't want her to actually be upset, he liked Lydia. She was a redhead, most of his favourite people were redheads. She was smart too, so there were a lot of ways she kind of reminded him of Babs.

"You're making memory foam?" he repeated, coming forward to take a look at the arrangement of chemicals on the table "That's pretty cool..." he said admiringly. She was so good at all this chemistry stuff, he was always very impressed at the things she came up with, and if she wanted to use it for makeup and beauty sponges? Well, that was her business wasn't it. "I hope it works out. Only, it's you, so I know it will."

"Me? Oh," he grinned, shrugging "Not a lot actually, it's been pretty quiet lately. Barry was telling me yesterday though, that there's a bunch of new specials? Have you met any of them? What're they like?"