Frank grinned down at Albus when he threw open the door. He reminded him of James, so he couldn't help himself. Frank's smile grew even wider when Albus told him that he reminded him of Neville, and Frank wished Neville would show up so he could meet his son. "Thanks! You look like your grandfather. James." It was so weird thinking of James as a grandfather, since the last he saw him, he was only in his early twenties. But Frank was getting pretty used to weird at this point. "Good. Being called 'Mr.' makes me feel old," he said next.
"You all set to go?" Frank was excited to see what kind of muggle goodies they would find at the shop. He wasn't nearly as interested in muggle items as Arthur was, but he had a small collection of his own back in the real world.