Hank filled up a bit of time talking about his life on his farm. The chickens, the eggs, the tractor, his dogs... stuff. The food didn't take to long and Hank enjoyed all of it a bit to much to notice rather or not his dinner companion was eating it. Finally during the last course, the torafugu. Hank picked up the paper thin pieces of blow fish slowly with his chop stick and enjoyed each bite.

"so are we getting you room service tonight or not?"