[ frank laughs, though it's mostly hollow, following her into the kitchen but remaining across the room while he watches her care for the plants. it's only after he's been standing there some time that he remembers her ultimatum about him making dinner and he starts going through the pantry. ]

Zemo used a lookalike, I assume that was Jigsaw's idea. He's always been concerned with my image.

[ obsessively so. he worries his lip, wondering if he should show her the scar... maybe he can work up to that. ]

...Slim pickin's, huh? [ he supposes without someone to cook for her she'd have no reason to stock fresh ingredients. still, he's made meals with less. he's not overly concerned, just trying not to let the silence between them hang too long. ]