Joe had eaten one himself in the meantime, watching Frankie's reaction as he set back into folding the shirts, picking up where he'd left off with the chore. It was about what he'd expected it to be, making it obvious that the kid hadn't often had treats.

He smiled again, more easily than before, at the response, "He does. He enjoys cooking for people, it's, ah, what do they call it now? It's his love language." The smile was all the warmer, shaking his head just a little, "And I've never met anyone with a bigger heart."