Smells good, Connor. [It still feels weird to have someone cook for him — plating the food up, even.

But it’s Connor, so it’s okay. Because Hank knows he’s exploring his interests.

Still...]

You spoil me, y’know. Thought you were gonna make a steak, and here’s this whole ass meal.

[He remembers Connor wanting to try some whiskey. But maybe he forgot — does Connor forget anything?? — so Hank doesn’t mention it.]