He murmurs a thank you even as he regrets letting her do that. Frank opens his mouth to try to respond to any part of that - he's not capable of it anyway so it's better left alone. He chuckles at her cursing as he sets a massive hand down on the table to push himself up and go get her milk and clean up the jelly from the floor.

Frank puts the glass in front of her before sitting again with the cup he poured himself of horrifically cold and black coffee. "Better?" he asks even while grimacing at the taste of his chosen beverage. He's not used to napping so the caffeine is necessary, but he probably should have just brewed a fresh pot. Hindsight, and all that.