"Always," Raylan assured with the squint of one eye, face curling in his smile. Always bet on home team, right?

"Those pancakes can get pulled. If you'll pour me another cup of coffee, I'll pour some more." Once Malcolm moved over, Raylan continued. "Glad we don't pay water bills though, two days sweating in the dirt of this place, we all need a shower." Nevermind that Raylan smelled like the whiskey he'd been soaking himself in.

Thank god Winona wasn't around to berate him for it.