Bunny curls his fingers into his sleeve to keep it in place, nods real quick over at the arrangement of pieces.

"Hey, you think Frankie's still kickin'?"

He wags his head back and forth in a teetering motion, acquiescing to the point. "Pickin's are -" Not slim. Slim's the wrong word. "Fucked." He pauses, flicks up a finger. "Respectfully. Be hard pressed to find anybody that ain't." A hum of his own. "Think the older you are, the worse of a time you're having with it."