[ He really is a kid, jesus. Though Hank's gotta admit, Gavin looks good in his clothes, even if they barely fit him. And by "he's gotta admit" I mean he'll never actually admit it. Ever. But the thought is there as he chuckles and flips over the first steak. ]

Just one of the many fun side-effects to this whole thing. [ He flips the steak again and just kind of watches it sizzle for a bit before sliding it onto a plate. ] Fish and chicken and pork work just as well, but beef's the best. I think it's 'cause there's usually less bones to deal with.

[ And with that he scoops a handful of rice onto the plate and sets it down on the table for Gavin. The steak is very rare. It dwarfs the rice almost hilariously, but Hank figures he should at least pretend this is a real dinner and not totally a werewolf thing. ]

Go ahead and dig in. Mine'll only take a bit.