"I'd love that," Malcolm exclaims. Old culinary ways he might be capable of managing. That Raylan might particularly enjoy. "Let's do that after... we get everyone else back." Because that has to be what's going to happen. He takes one more bite of beans and takes the rest of his biscuit with him as he gets up from the table, planting a kiss on Doc's temple as he passes. Baneberry Hall's medicine cabinets won't loot themselves. "Be careful out there!" he calls as he heads out.