"It was always my go to when I feel like crap with a sore throat. No effort needed beyond mushin' it against the roof of your mouth. Aunt Helen would bring it with Saltines and 7-up. Never seemed like rice belonged in there, but I won't hold it against them. I'm fairly sure I could find a few stock recipes if I looked, and that's where all the goodness is, right?"

While Malcolm tended that, Raylan headed for the coffee pot. Never too early for coffee.

"Neal settlin' back in alright? I've seen less of him than I mean to."