They're like a team. The thought gives Kamala more cheer than usual. She keeps pace with Frank while accepting those pieces of dried fruit. She lets out a soft laugh at his joke, content to eat and do their thing after, until she realizes her mistake. Kamala holds up her hand to stop the group and turns to Frank. "Before we get any further, you need your birthday gift!" Her hand slips into her jacket pocket where she produces a very homemade gift. It's a very tiny piece of wood that has been carved carefully into a (slightly slanted) square with a lightning bolt etched in attached to a rope cord to be worn as a necklace presumably.

If there's ever a moment Kamala is desperate for approval, it's in this moment. She pretty much poured her soul into this little project. She wants him to love it. She wants Frank to see this and be happy. Anything less than total approval would probably crush her tiny spirit. "Do you like it? It's my symbol. That way we can always be together. And if anyone gives you any problems, you can always say you're with Ms. Marvel. There hasn't been an evil one ever so that should buy you some credit in the superhero community." Mostly it's about being horror bffs.