"Yeah, why not?" he gives a little chuckle as he opens the slider for her, rolling his eyes as Rocky dashes out in front of her, terrified of being left behind in the house. Frank takes a long drink and follows the pair out, closing his eyes for a moment just to appreciate the end-of-Summer breeze that washes across his face a moment. He immediately sets to work getting the ancient grill up and running, retrieving a small propane tank from beneath the deck and goes through the process of getting it fired up. As with anything tedious, Frank finds comfort in the steps, finding himself unable to think of anything else while he does it, even while old memories try to break through. They're so hazy they're easy to push aside, and by the time he can smell burning charcoal Rocky is jumping in and out of the shallows of the lake, barking at it like it wronged him somehow. Frank turns to see what Jessica is up to and finds her predictably in one of the chairs she brought out.

"Hungry?"