[Hank's still in a state of his mind being blown. He barely registers the food being set up in front of him, as if it were all just background noise in the face of the larger revelation here -- that psychics exist, and this girl might be from another world altogether. And that Connor has been spending time with her? How? When? His mind delves back into the explanations that Connor had given him more than once, and this time he turns it over in his head like something to actually be considered.
It's only after they've all sat down, their food ready to be eaten (and Connor's tea finally settled before him), that Hank opens his mouth to speak.]
So you're... really from a different world? Connor said, what was it, 2006?
2016. [Connor corrects, looking down at his tea. He lifts it to his lips and takes a very small taste, quietly analyzing it.]
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It's only after they've all sat down, their food ready to be eaten (and Connor's tea finally settled before him), that Hank opens his mouth to speak.]
So you're... really from a different world? Connor said, what was it, 2006?
2016. [Connor corrects, looking down at his tea. He lifts it to his lips and takes a very small taste, quietly analyzing it.]
Okay. 2016, then.