Thankfully, Raylan knew that people staring at him wasn't always a bad thing, however accidental it was of them or himself for being that kind of distraction but he didn't hold it against Dorian. Hell, the man had already insinuated a fuck sandwhich, why shouldn't he look?

But he was right - Raylan had no idea what that was but he took the description well, nodding slightly as he picked through all that.

"So what you're sayin' is that you're, what, sort of a prince?" Well that would explain the Staff he'd mentioned before. "Don't think we've had one of those around yet." Good job breaking Mathis mold?

Raylan huffed a smile. "I am sorry to say that our spices range from salt to pepper. I think there's some cayenne and garlic too, but it's not exactly FlavorTown. We make edible stuff though. Eggs and bacon ain't too hard, if you eat that kinda stuff. Grits and oatmeal barely make the edible grade but that's the tough tack. When things get low."