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after an argument with frank (for whatever reason—) you crack the joke that you accept apologies in cash or credit.
and then he immediately whips his wallet out and tucks his credit card in your hand.
"wh— no, wait, i'm joking—" attempting to shove it back into his hand proves to be a fruitless endeavour as he pushes it back to you.
"well, 'm not, sweetheart. get yourself something nice, yeah?"
