There were indeed two bottles plus tucked away where he was at, but no flowers to speak of. While he'd taken some to Tim, it wasn't something he'd willingly think of putting in his own space. He'd rather watch them grow wild over a meadow or something, but Mathis seems to have gotten confused and planted bodies instead.

The bottle was taken and propped on his thigh, cocked out with the slight crooked way he stood straight as he listened, humming a note and glancing off in the direction of the greenhouse for a second. "Gonna have to go check on those tomatoes. Warm enough for 'em to start growing and ripening properly."

Raylan looked his way with a smirk, face still showing the ghosts of bruises that were just starting to fade around the edges. He knew what the question was suggesting but it wasn't an unfair ask, as veiled as it was. "Beat you to that one," he replied, pointing out the four or so graves he'd dug near a week before. "But I don't think you'll be needin' to put me in one. Not yet at least, though that evaluation may change.. You headin' anywhere specific after this?"

Doc had at least one apology coming his way, a similar one to the one Raylan had given Jeff, and apologies weren't normally handed out, out here in the open. Not for the steaming pile of shit Doc had woken up to, socially speaking. Those kinds of things were better saved for the porch or wherever they might find themselves settling into for a few hours.