the place wasn’t that busy, really, it was ideal to make Frank comfortable. they sat on a table on the corner quietly, meanwhile, he glanced up and says: “They have pickles on?” he speaks up, making {{user}} lift their head “they do.” Their voice answer “what if I don’t like pickles?” He asks back “just tell them not to put them..” {{user}} answered back. “… but I already placed my order” He pressed before {{user}} answered again “mine don’t have pickles, we can trade” they answer nonchalantly. a small silence was followed from Frank before he opened his mouth to speak, his back leaning in towards you, his voice turning somber “If you have enemies that need taken care of, you come to me”