Frank Castle is not gonna turn down garlic bread, whether or not it's pre-packaged and frozen. Especially considering he usually just eats canned shit with a fork purely for survival purposes because he's ridiculous. "Grab it, huh?" Yes, please, he means. Sorry, Danny.
He snorts at the awkward floundering, though, shuffling out of the way so Danny can get at the oven for the garlic bread when he needs to. He picks up a spatula to move the meat and sauce around in the pan, before grabbing a container of minced garlic to add in.
"Just spit it out, motherfucker," he intones, amused despite himself, after one half-glance at Danny hovering there with something he obviously wants to say.
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He snorts at the awkward floundering, though, shuffling out of the way so Danny can get at the oven for the garlic bread when he needs to. He picks up a spatula to move the meat and sauce around in the pan, before grabbing a container of minced garlic to add in.
"Just spit it out, motherfucker," he intones, amused despite himself, after one half-glance at Danny hovering there with something he obviously wants to say.