[Something feels off although Hank can’t quite put his finger on what. And he’s not going to complain — yet — because Connor said he likes cooking, and he likes Hank, so why not lot him go hog wild?

He can’t blame Connor for not wanting him around while he cooks, though. With how their conversations have been going lately, with Hank just... going off.

Once Hank gets back to the apartment, he and Sumo both sniff the air.]

Smells good, Con.

[Then, heading toward the kitchen:]

Uh.

[Jesus Christ, the guy’s gone and made him a cake and a lasagna.]

Don’t think I need to tell you it’s not my birthday, so... there another very old occasion we’re celebrating?