The thing is: he wants to make an effort. He hasn't had the easiest time since coming here, and certainly not before, but even now he's aware that he owes Foggy. He should probably keep giving back by keeping himself scarce instead, but so far things are going alright - at least Foggy isn't outright disgusted by Frank sharing his clean Winter air. It's enough for him, reaching down to idly rub Aloe's head when he finally returns from his futile search. Aretha is still more interested in Foggy and the snowmen than her dad for the moment.

"Uh. No..." Well, the only two dogs, yes, but Frank has a vertible brood. It takes a moment before he's listing them, but luckily Foggy caught the one subject he doesn't mind talking about. "We've got one of them croc-dogs, he hates the cold. I can take him out in my coat, but he gets salty about it. Then there's the cat, she doesn't leave the house in the Winter either. And there's a zalpaca and one of those cow-things. Oh, and a sheep."