You were always buying something. Cause it's pretty, cause it's funny, cause you just want it. Of course, it got pricey sometimes, but that's what Frank was for.

He would often have a question about it, or several. Frank only ever bought things he deemed necessary for himself or that you'd asked of him.

Today was another such day. You'd shown him with something you wanted and he seemed confused.

"Why? What's the point?" He asked bluntly, "Why d'ya want that? I'm not getting what you're getting, doll."