[Hank’s shoulders hunch up. It’s not just a casual conversational topic to him - but what the hell. He already feels shitty anyway. And it’s not like he can’t pretend it’s casual, and maybe even halfway sort of sound it.]

Yeah, uh- no point anymore, it’s not like I got to feed anyone.

[Even that’s uncomfortable though, not to exactly something he wants to add to today’s ‘things to feel like shit about’ pile, and after a second he adds something else with a little more life shoved into his voice.]

What, doesn’t all this- [Here he tilts his head at the rest of the room, indicating the mess,] -look like the work of a professional five star chef to you?