Re: Frankie/Lyle - 9:30ish
He couldn't blame Frankie for saying something wrong if she didn't know that there was anything wrong to say. And he knew she was joking, which made him feel bad about making her feel bad. And if one of them didn't talk, well... this was just going to get weird, fast.
Pursing his lips in thought, he seemed to have a brilliant idea, holding up a finger to indicate that Frankie need to hold on just one moment. Digging into his pocket, Lyle suddenly smiled, triumphantly pulling out an imaginary pair of scissors. Taking hold of the imaginary button sealing Frankie's mouth, he made a snip with his fingers and voila! She was free to speak again. And hopefully she would. As he pocketed his scissors (details were everything in pantomime), he waved his had a little, gesturing for her to carry on with her chatter.