Yeah, well. Guess we'll figure out a way to have a dumb awkward first dance some place.

[Is he kidding? Maybe. Possibly. The idea that Mike would sit with the wallflowers doesn't' seem fair. Then again, adolescence isn't kind to anyone. Frank had two left feet and a pizza face as a teenager. He got some dances at least. Right now they're fixing to have a great Italian spread.

Mushrooms get served up. The plate is set between them. Smells gorgeous.]

Well. Uh. Heh. I never had too much money, so I would try and cook. The way to someone's heart is through their stomach. And I figured if we could get a good meal it'd be the next best thing. I'd gotten pretty good at fixing up dishes. So uh come the holidays or any old time I'd do my part to cook up something for everybody.

[Not really date material. More like sad widower shit. Frank sips his wine again and goes for a mushroom.]

When we--when Maria and I had time we'd go catch a game. She liked doing shit like that. She'd get so mad if I suggested she was humoring me.