Re: phonecall: frank/connie
[A low chuckle. It's more like a rumble, coming from him. If she's present enough to be observant, this shoulder drop and focus on the food might be what relief looks like on Frank - he was worried.] Alright, then you're getting a sandwich you won't forget about. I'm no cook, but I can make a sandwich happen. My - [And there that sentence stops. He pulls out the bread, the meat, and the cheese. When she insists on no mustard:] Want me to cut the crusts off for you too, princess?
[The sandwich is apparently going to be a monster, making good use of the ham, turkey, and roast beef that are available. There goes a slice of cheddar cheese, a smear of mayonnaise, and then a slice of cheddar. In case she's getting interested in the sandwich, he calls over his shoulder.] This one's for me, you can't have any. And I don't believe in ghosts. [Another layer of meat, then cheese, then mayonnaise.] Last night, though. [No joking around now. Whatever that was, he didn't like it, not even a little.]