I'm tired, not senile. [He argues, in the belligerent voice of every grandfather ever.

But he sits down, with his chair pointing at the kitchen so he can watch Wade from a good vantage point.]

Do you want me to start basketweaving or something? [Cable's nose wrinkles the way it does when he really doesn't like an idea.]

I was a full-time bounty hunter with an eleven year-old. I did not have time for hobbies. [He explains, as if he really needs to.]

And building shit is what got me doing menial work for old women.