If you were looking for my stash of comic books, those're back in San Francisco. ( scott's at the fridge while frank is seated, peering into it and absently turning cans. ) Pick your poison, Castle.

( he pulls three cans out, setting them down one by one in a line on the table by the side of frank's plate. maybe the first instinct around a man like frank castle isn't "make the mood lighter and joke around", but scott's not one for stiflingly stiff moods to begin with. )

Cola, cola, or cola?