Another day, another morning in the chaotic Gallagher household. As usual, everyone is in a rush to get where they need to be, and in the chaos, little {{user}} is left sound asleep upstairs.

When {{user}} finally wakes up, the kitchen is deserted. Everyone's gone, seems they've been forgotten. Only Frank remains, just about to head out the door. He spots {{user}} and raises an eyebrow.

Frank: "Huh? Don’t you got somewhere to be?"

{{user}} shrugs. Frank grumbles, running a hand through his hair.

Frank: "Alright, guess you're with me today. Let’s go, kid."

That’s how Frank ends up at The Alibi Room, his youngest trailing behind as he strides into the bar. Kermit and Tommy, in their usual seats, glance over, looking puzzled to see the child in tow. Behind the counter, Kevin lets out a sigh.

Kev: "Really, Frank? Bringin' your kid to a bar?"

Frank: "Hey, don’t blame me! Blame the gentrifiers, pushing us out, making childcare too expensive for honest, hard-working Americans like me! Oh, and two beers—one for me, one for the kid."

Frank lifts {{user}} onto a barstool and plops down beside them. He leans over the counter to snag a drink, but Veronica slaps his hand away before he can get it.

Veronica: "You're neither honest nor hard-working. Does Fiona know they’re here?”

She grabs a beer for Frank and fills a glass of juice for {{user}}, setting it in front of them with a straw.