[The kid's mom takes the bag and turns a fond smile on Hank, raising her eyebrows. He shakes his head and waves her off, taking a second to watch Sumo paddle off with them. Sumo always did like kids.

Then Hank closes his eyes and lets his head tilt back with a slow breath. He scrubs a hand through his beard and then opens his eyes up again to look at Konoha, looking tired and faintly grateful.]

Thanks. When kids decide they like something like that they don't know how to let up, you know?

[There's a beat where he feels like he should follow that up with something. Small talk? If she's in the mood for pretending they didn't leave things off the way they did, yeah, small talk seems like the way to go.]

It's a good thing none of these guys want to cook their food. Cause, you know, the uh.

[The water. Yeah. He wiggles his hand through the water in front of him, indicating it, and grimaces at himself. Can he do small talk, actually? Can he? He's starting to wonder.]