Oh, Doc would find many MANY other things to disagree with Boyd on - blowin' up churches was the just the start to Boyd's list of sins, but when it came to explosives, he'd find a very intelligent and enthusiastic Fireman friend.
Raylan scoffed at the joke but nodded. "So it's gotta be dried. Thought that might be the case - nothing comes from a field that's smoked without being dried, tea's gotta be the same way.." He couldn't argue cranky or grumpy, in the slightest, but the image it all invoked was amusing enough. Either way, it was an important note. No doubt Issues could arise out of wet plant product.
Once spring came, there was going to have to be some willow hunting though - the tree Doc was having him practice on didn't look like it had much left in it. Unsurprisingly, Raylan was just as good with a knife as he was with a gun. Not that he thought he'd be putting that to work with a sharpened butter knife.
That evening, back home, Raylan was more than happy to let Doc busy his hands with the fire, silently taking in the odd quiet of the coming night in comfort, and he smirked at the command, doing just that to make more room for him. He couldn't help but notice the smell - they all smelled the same now, after they showered, but it still smelt great in its subtle way, however ruined by the waft of sharp moonshine under his nose as he took a drink.
The question posed was about as far out into left field as Raylan could have ever guess and he looked over with a slight lift of his eyebrows and another huff of breath at the talk of baby socks. Out of all the things to chose to talk about..
"Winona doesn't have a place - she was in the middle of sellin' her house from her last marriage before she.." He inhaled as he chose his words, eyes kept down on his cup inconsequentially. "Decided to go stay with her sister for a few weeks. They're probably settin' up a place and knowin' them, it looks.. perfect." There was a little sadness that he couldn't quite help in his voice. "She's the first of the two to have a baby despite Gayle bein' older, so I imagine Gayle is whippin' up all sorts of stuff."
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Raylan scoffed at the joke but nodded. "So it's gotta be dried. Thought that might be the case - nothing comes from a field that's smoked without being dried, tea's gotta be the same way.." He couldn't argue cranky or grumpy, in the slightest, but the image it all invoked was amusing enough. Either way, it was an important note. No doubt Issues could arise out of wet plant product.
Once spring came, there was going to have to be some willow hunting though - the tree Doc was having him practice on didn't look like it had much left in it. Unsurprisingly, Raylan was just as good with a knife as he was with a gun. Not that he thought he'd be putting that to work with a sharpened butter knife.
That evening, back home, Raylan was more than happy to let Doc busy his hands with the fire, silently taking in the odd quiet of the coming night in comfort, and he smirked at the command, doing just that to make more room for him. He couldn't help but notice the smell - they all smelled the same now, after they showered, but it still smelt great in its subtle way, however ruined by the waft of sharp moonshine under his nose as he took a drink.
The question posed was about as far out into left field as Raylan could have ever guess and he looked over with a slight lift of his eyebrows and another huff of breath at the talk of baby socks. Out of all the things to chose to talk about..
"Winona doesn't have a place - she was in the middle of sellin' her house from her last marriage before she.." He inhaled as he chose his words, eyes kept down on his cup inconsequentially. "Decided to go stay with her sister for a few weeks. They're probably settin' up a place and knowin' them, it looks.. perfect." There was a little sadness that he couldn't quite help in his voice. "She's the first of the two to have a baby despite Gayle bein' older, so I imagine Gayle is whippin' up all sorts of stuff."