[Hank sees it’s the guy from that weird food mingle — the one who killed a bunch of people.
Which would be a terrible greeting, even by his standards, so he just keeps talking as he sits down. Wasn’t invited? Doesn’t matter.]
What’s with this place and always offerin’ tea?
[He’s nosy so he does take a peek at the laptop, and it’s just — data? Numbers? Spreadsheets?
Hank is still frowning when he gets his own cup: green tea. It tastes like dirt, but savory dirt, almost. Worse: it tastes healthy.]
Name’s, uh, Hank, by the way.
[Part of him had really wanted this all to be a bad dream.
But it’s not — or else it’s just a very, very long dream — so Hank can at least offer the courtesy of telling people his name. So everyone knows who to steer clear from: “You met Hank? Yeah, fuck that guy.”]
tea
See, that’s exactly what I was thinking.
[Hank sees it’s the guy from that weird food mingle — the one who killed a bunch of people.
Which would be a terrible greeting, even by his standards, so he just keeps talking as he sits down. Wasn’t invited? Doesn’t matter.]
What’s with this place and always offerin’ tea?
[He’s nosy so he does take a peek at the laptop, and it’s just — data? Numbers? Spreadsheets?
Hank is still frowning when he gets his own cup: green tea. It tastes like dirt, but savory dirt, almost. Worse: it tastes healthy.]
Name’s, uh, Hank, by the way.
[Part of him had really wanted this all to be a bad dream.
But it’s not — or else it’s just a very, very long dream — so Hank can at least offer the courtesy of telling people his name. So everyone knows who to steer clear from: “You met Hank? Yeah, fuck that guy.”]