Re: in-person: connie/patrick
Frank, is it? [Patrick rubbed his chin and pretended to think very hard, as if he was putting together a challenging puzzle. It wasn't a challenging puzzle, not with the way his sister was trying not to smile, and not with the way she was blushing. He laughed by the time she shook her head.] Frank. Do I get to meet Cookie Frank? [He waggled a brow.] I promise to behave, not punch him in the nose, and not grill him too much.
[He slipped the pouch off, and he handed Connie's tiny husbando over.] Yes, ma'am. Hey, we can discuss Christmas when you get there. And I'd kill for some of your spaghetti. Not really, but you know what I mean. [He leaned over the counter, and he ruffled her messy white-blonde hair.] Work hard. Make me proud, Gunster.
[And with another one of his playful winks, he was on his way out the door and headed back home, to the very blue bedroom of his youth.]