It's such a Jessica rebuttal that all he can do is laugh, a soft, almost defeated sound.

"I'll take it," he admits, like she doesn't already know he'd gladly accept her scraps any day. Speaking of... he glares at Rocky and the dog backs up a few steps, pressing his ears back against his head and whining pathetically. Mean parents!!! Frank gets up once they're done, gathering up all their finished sticks to toss on the grill. The sizzle threatens to pull him back in time again, so he glances over his shoulder and attempts to hold her gaze a moment. "When you go back inside, can you grab me a beer?"