"Jeff Calhoun, yes." If only he could be a fly on the wall for that conversation. "He's hard to miss."
Raylan wouldn't say why. He also wasn't going to ruin the surprise of Doc's general attractiveness that made that 'stache worth suffering. Dorian's was nice. Doc's was a push broom that came to life and decided to live on the man's face.
He did, however, move to the fridge and open it up, looking at the supplies as Dorian talked, hips cocked unevenly and his free hand propped on them. Raylan looked over at the comment about having staff, eyebrows hoisting up into the wrinkles of his forehead before furrowing at the question. The fridge was slowly closed.
"Staff, huh? What are you, a Lord of the Court or something?" One finger lazily turned out towards the stove. "We lost hearths around the late 18th century. We've moved onto to stoves now, but it's the same thing. Just no firewood to collect for it. You have any inclination to learn? Though I'm sure you could get by for food on goodwill alone here."
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Raylan wouldn't say why. He also wasn't going to ruin the surprise of Doc's general attractiveness that made that 'stache worth suffering. Dorian's was nice. Doc's was a push broom that came to life and decided to live on the man's face.
He did, however, move to the fridge and open it up, looking at the supplies as Dorian talked, hips cocked unevenly and his free hand propped on them. Raylan looked over at the comment about having staff, eyebrows hoisting up into the wrinkles of his forehead before furrowing at the question. The fridge was slowly closed.
"Staff, huh? What are you, a Lord of the Court or something?" One finger lazily turned out towards the stove. "We lost hearths around the late 18th century. We've moved onto to stoves now, but it's the same thing. Just no firewood to collect for it. You have any inclination to learn? Though I'm sure you could get by for food on goodwill alone here."