Stop worrying about that. I mean — [a quick, unfortunate glance toward the ceiling has Hank stepping a little to the right before another glob of frosting plops down on his head] — I get it. Kind of overwhelming to think about, yeah?

But it’s not like anyone got hurt. You’re okay, right? And I’m okay. And Sumo hasn’t gone and started licking up all the frosting so I’m sure he’s fine, too.

It’s fine, Connor. Really. As long as you’re... all right?

[Which is half a question as Hank squints at him.]