He bows his head while Kamala prays then starts in on his meat. He's a lot hungrier than he thought he was too, though it's probably something to do with not sleeping as well.

"Talking to these people feels like fighting evolving killer robots, so." Frank approves of her assessment.

Feeling Bruno nudging his leg, he bends down to scoop him up and lets him sit in his lap while he eats though he knows he shouldn't encourage the terrible creature. He doesn't try to go for Frank's food or anything, just appreciates the virtual furnace that is the man's body heat and curls up on one meaty thigh to sleep just out of view. The wine is another matter entirely. It's only a few months old, so it hasn't truly settled into its own flavor yet. He's so used to drinking it that maybe he's numb to how bad it is - then again, he didn't actually think Jess had standards where alcohol was concerned. The Man in the Hat had much worse shit than this from what he remembers.

"Thanks," is all he says, blithe heading towards cheerful as he takes another bite. Someone's feeling passive aggressive this evening.