Raylan shrugged and bobbed his head. "After last night, I'll let you run the kitchen as often as you want." It was an easy in for Neal to go on foodstuff runs and he would happily eat more of that fancy dinner spread, whatever Neal put on it. Just because Raylan couldn't cook like that didn't mean he didn't deeply appreciate good food.

"But a chicken biscuit isn't hard. I can handle the chicken if you can handle the biscuit, but it's not as great as the South™ makes it out to be. Didn't think it'd be your style either." If that was what was going to rub off, Raylan thought Neal should reroll or something. Pick up a hat.