Frankie brightened when Tony walked in. "Hey babe. What this?" he smirked. "This is nothing, a light lunch." He patted his boyfriend's legs. "I've got an amazing metabolism from," he gave him a look that Tony would understand, "I only burst out of my clothes on special occasions, you know how much it costs to look this good."
"And no, she's not going to murder me, yet, always a possiblity, you know Belle." He smirked. "What about you? Owen and Lacey decided to kill you yet for that Christmas gift?"