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[Connor gives him a reproachful look.]

Because it's you? Don't be so hard on yourself, Hank. You're perfectly worth my time.

[He seems pleased that Hank will spend time with him, though.]

I'm sure they'll understand.

[Said in a way that implies Connor would march right on down to Runetchers himself if they didn't understand.]

Well, you've planned this much. Do you have any other plans for today?

Oh for fuck's sake Connor. I was kidding.

[He just laughs and well they haven't moved yet so he'll just say there some more until he gets tired. Whichever comes first.]

Yeah of course. What's the worst they can do? Fire me? I'm getting good enough with this magic shit I might be able to do stuff with it.

[Old man who is ~handy~ with his hands.]

Depends where you wanna go. I was thinking making a day at the beach, or a fishing trip, like with that cabin, only more in a fishing boat that hopefully you won't topple over.

[You'd think by now Connor would learn to take a joke, but when Hank puts himself down he just can't seem to find it funny.]

A fishing trip sounds nice.

[It could be peaceful. Just the two of them, too... how could Connor pass up something like that?]

And you never know. Maybe I'd want to topple over the side.

[They will unlock your joke module one day, Connor. Maybe.]

Thought you might like it. I can find someone to take care of the zoo while we're gone.

[Is that a joke or not? Hmm...]

Christ. I'm gonna pack a life jacket in that case!

[Safety first. Connor could remove it from him later.]

And pack a proper lunch.

[You might, you might not. Probably not, though.]

Good. Trouble over there is due for a feed in about an hour.

[Yes, the wormipede is called Trouble. Mostly because it gets into everything. Those teeth have ruined more than a few of Connor's possessions by now, and probably some of Hank's too. It also seems to like collaborating with Sumo and shredding the bag of dog food so they can both eat it.]

Please pack something healthy. A sandwich is fine, but I want to see some greens in there.

Oh my god, does that thing even stop eating?

[At this point, Hank has done the unthinkable and has basically magic-proofed a bunch of his clothes so that biting into them tastes horrible. Pets are smart, they learn eventually.

That dog dog situation tho. Urgh.]

Oh for fuck's sake Connor, it's your birthday, I'll just grab an entire head of lettuce and munch on that if it makes you feel better.

Sometimes.

[It certainly has grown to reflect how much it eats. It's about the size of an adult Lhasa Apso already, though it's slowing down a little after the initial growth spurt.

Connor thinks on it, then gives Hank an innocent smile.]

I guess I'll go get a head of lettuce for you, then.

[Hank what have you done to yourself.]

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