Frank had arrived back at his apartment when there was a knock on the door. Opening it, Frank saw Joan holding an apple pie. "I made too many...." The tiny voice said, so soft that one might think she was whispering. There was a reason she was referred to as Joan the mouse. Taking the pie, and thanking the shy woman, Frank sat down on his bed and looked at the still steaming food.<br/><br/>He shoved down any bittersweet memories of his own wife's cooking, and tasted it. It was surprisingly quite good, not to mention he'd gone without eating dinner. He'd have to thank the girl sometime, though this was a regular occurrence. Joan clearly used baking as some form of coping..and often got carried away and had to share with her neighbors.<br/><br/>*Tatsumi and Leone's room*<br/><br/>There came a knock at the door, a pizza delivery boy stood there with a large box of pizza and a 2 liter of soda.