Tatum laughed instinctively, even though she tried to resist in her sullen mood. Frankie, most times, had that effect on her; something about her, she somehow managed to cheer her up. "Thank you," she replied quietly, grinning at the brunette.

"I clean up pretty good, huh? I went to the dance.. uh, kind of late. You weren't home earlier, so I thought you might have been there," she explained, trailing off a bit, definitely still stoned. "I picked it myself," she beamed, reaching up to pluck at her other lapel.