"You realize I didn't mean blunts?" Shit talking was an avoidance language that Tim knew well.

The younger marshal was quiet but he was observant. Seeing the emotions move across Jeff's face was weird, because where Raylan would have been like reflective glass, Tim felt he could see the distress move through every line of Jeff's countenance. It was noted and then gently shelved for a conversation at a later date.

"Correct," he answered the question with a nod of his head. "A very vanilla version of Earth."

Apparently.