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[ his absent humming pauses when he hears that familiar laugh, wiping his hands on his jeans and going to answer the door. the dog barges in first and frank gives elektra a look -- a bemused look like parents give each other when their kid does something technically bad but also endearing. then he crouches down to get his paw-shake in greeting, patting the dog's head before rising up to greet elektra. do they hug? are they huggers? he ends up closing the door behind her while he's thinking about it instead of taking action either way. ]

I'm making breakfast pizza. [ he sounds kind of excited about it. or as excited as he gets. a tick above monotone, for sure. ]