He wipes his own hands on his jeans and rolls his eyes when Rocky tries to lick the grease off. Frank's closing the lid on the grill just as Jess hands him his beer, which has a grin spreading back across his face easily. Her question draws his gaze down to the label too, like he wasn't sure what he bought until now.

"Never had it before, thought I'd try something new." Which doesn't exactly line up with anything about him really, does it? Maybe he's just sick of reminders. Frank takes a long swig like it's familiar to him anyway, licking his lips for the excess. It's almost cold enough after defrosting in the van and being in the fridge almost an hour. He's definitely not complaining.