[ Alex spotted him, but made himself a cup of something hot as well, plus a plate of - well, they looked sort of like brownies - before heading over and sitting across from him. He gently pushed the plate between them, offering the not-exactly-baked goods to share. ]
Alright, Frank. [ His voice was gentle and quiet. ] What's this about?
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Alright, Frank. [ His voice was gentle and quiet. ] What's this about?