Don’t want you feeling like you have to do this, again. [Heating up some spaghetti sauce shouldn’t cramp Connor’s style too much, should it? So Hank grabs a jar. A pan.]

Thanks for getting all — [waving the sauce pan at him] — this. I just... haven’t had the motivation to do much cooking lately, y’know?

[When Vincent came over a few days back to cook steak, he had to bring his own pan too. Which, in retrospect... Hank should have had pans. Even if to give off the illusion that he cared enough to cook for himself.]