You don’t... eat, right?

[Which sounds like the most ridiculous question, and yet Hank still asks.]

I mean, can you taste? It just feels...

[He looks down at the sauce as he stirs it. Connor had said meatballs, right? To the fridge he goes for meatballs!!]

Feels rude, Connor. [And sure, Hank might say he doesn’t care about that, especially not with most people. But Connor is different.] Feels real rude. Guy goes and makes me a spaghetti-toast-asparagus dinner, and he’s just gotta watch me eat it.