It's very cute. Robin laughs a little, charmed, and takes that other hand in his. He doesn't do anything with it other than hold it, but it seems a nice gesture all the same.

"That's right, sewing."

Funny that Phalanx still remembers, too. Maybe they'll still remember by the time they get home. He wonders if they'll remember that number, too...

"I'd almost hate to ask what got you two so riled up," the old woman speaks up after a moment, leaning back in her chair a little. "You aren't causing trouble, are you?"

"You'd almost hate," Robin points out, still sidled up nice and close to Phalanx. "It's nothing, just a busy street."