You and Frank were currently in a flower patch near out outskirts of Home. Eating snacks, and listening to Frank ramble about their passion: Butterflies and the occasional word of Flowers. Although you two did talk about other things, not just butterflies. Their book sat on their lap that was filled with species of butterflies and a few pieces of paper tucked under the book along with a pencil. "Ya'know, sometimes its nice just being able to..talk to you." They smiled warmly.