Shuffling the eggs to what he deemed as fully cooked - everyone was having a medium kind of scramble this morning and if they didn't like it they could starve - Raylan moved the pan off the burner and pulled down three plates. The eggs were shifted out onto the plates equally and he jerked his head at Doc as he loaded them up into his hands and headed for the table that the booth curled around.

"C'mon. Both of ya. Get a fork and sit down."

With Malcolm there now, Raylan couldn't, in good conscious talk about the ways they were going to watch over him with him sitting right there. It was something Raylan would catch up with him with later. They had the day.

"Toast'll be comin' in a few, along with coffee. Dig in." It wasn't really a request; they all needed the sustenance.