Frank came home covered in blood again, this time during the middle of the day, carrying three guns strapped to his back and a plain plastic bag.
"Jesus. What is this?" Karen gestured to the blood on his face.
"Yakuza." He set the bag on the counter. "Had a restaurant to cover their drug sales. Took 'em out."
"And while you were there-" Karen gestured to the large bag.
"I figured you'd be hungry." He shrugged.
"You're lucky I am." She sat up a bit. "You hurt?"
"Nah. Just some cuts." He waved her off. "I'll be back soon, dish it up?"
"You got it." Karen stood, and Frank left to go patch himself up.
He had a bad cut on his chest, bad enough that it was painful to try and put a shirt back on, so he left his shirt off as he came out. Karen was dishing up their plates, and he sat to the kitchen island.
Her laptop was open, and he looked over what she was up to.
"What happened to your chest?" She sighed, and he recognized the concern under her exasperation.
"Shrapnel got inside the vest, it didn't go deep. I'll be fine. What's all this about?" He asked as he scrolled through the pictures on her screen.
"A co-worker wanted help. She's trying to pick her wedding cake design, has to know by tomorrow and her fiancée is working the whole time. I know them both, I've used her fiancée as a source in the hospital, so she figured I'd be able to lend an impartial third set of eyes." She set the plate of food down in front of him.
"Thanks." He nodded, digging in, and she sat next to him, turning the laptop back to face her as she took a few bites.
After a few minutes of silently eating, he pointed at the screen. "That one'd work."
"You have advice on wedding cakes?" She looked at him in surprise.
"Hey, I had a great wedding. Shit, my wife got me to plan most of it."
"No she didn't." She smiled a bit, and he chuckled.
"Nah, but I did about half, most of it we did together. Cake like that won't fall apart, and the flowers aren't all weird and shit, you know?" He gestured to the picture again.
"Sure. Want me to pass on the cake advice from my roommate or from the Punisher?" She teased.
He smiled. "Nah, just from me is fine. Which one were you thinking?"
She scrolled down and showed him a similar one, and he nodded a bit as they kept eating.