The kitchen was quiet, save for the sound of clinking spoons, slurps, and soft masculine chuckles as Tim fenced with Raylan for fruit and nut privileges

As the older man proved to be more experienced at ice cream defending, the younger marshal went for the next level of attack! Getting a little dollop of ice cream (not enough to be wasteful) on his spoon, he quickly moved in with the intention of attempted to smear the ice cream on Raylan's nose.