Idle hands were the Devil's tool as they said. Wynonna looked like the kinda woman who caused trouble when her hands were idle, though what kind of trouble that would be was to be seen... Couldn't be worse than starting a burn across town, could it?

"Can't be endangerin' the tomatoes, that's true." He was waiting for one ripe enough to snag and eat like an apple.

Raylan still didn't wholly understand the curse thing, despite it being explained to him (The gun was the missing bit, he just hadn't gotten around to asking about that yet), but they had plenty of time to dig into it. Plenty of porch nights, plenty of random dinners where everyone was pulled over. He could be patient.

But he chuckled at the teasing threat. "If I ask for the sandwich, does that effect you flirtin' with my facetwin?" He would teasingly ask if he should be worried, if they were something that was acknowledged in the open air, but it would strike a little too close to home. "I'm fine," he said, relenting with a grin. "Already ate.. even though it had to involve an argument with Callisto to get it done. Go on, make Jeff's night. Man deserves a little good for bein dragged here in the first place."