"I forgot ice," he says aloud, probably to himself since he doesn't even notice her until she's right beside him again. He can head out and get it later, not like it really matters. It doesn't seem to dampen his spirits any, and with Jess helping they manage to bring everything in and shut up the van in just one trip. Once inside, he starts finding places for all they brought. Meat and various foods go into the chest freezer and after a moment, he grabs the whiskey bottle and lays it in there too. Then he's loading the rickety, ancient fridge with water and beer. Instant coffee hits the counter and then he's finding a place to tuck the bag of dog food, he'd brought a big one even though Rocky will probably eat with them most of the time if he's honest with himself.

He grabs both their bags of clothes and throws them into the little bedroom, stopping there for a second to open up the window. It really is the perfect night. And just by being here, he already feels some anxiety start to melt away. Frank goes back to the kitchen to retrieve his drink and scratch Rocky behind the ears, ignoring him begging at his kibble bag.

"Hey, uh. I'm gonna see if I can get the grill fired up. You wanna drag some chairs out there?" There's no deck furniture and everything in here looks like it's straight out of the 70s. He figures she can lift it with her pinky so what's the point in him fighting with it?