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Pleasantly imagining Poppy and Frank crocheting while indulging a little more than normal. Poppy can handle it better, Frank goes down quickly. Imagining Poppy very focused in her chair and Frank going in and out and sitting perfectly still while holding her unraveled yarn for her in the Adjacent chair. And Frank would go from grumbling to rambling to quiet and Poppy would chime in and grumble with him before also winding up in that pleasant silence. But every now and again, she'd ask, "Are you still alive over there?" and He'd sound like he's thinking hard about it and says back, "Hm... It sounds like I am... Can you ask me that in a few clock turns from now? Just to double check..." And they'd both forget and Frank would wake up covered in One Billion granny squares.