Raylan smirked a little and pulled off the fancy tin wrapping from the cork, followed by the cork cage and, a moment later, successfully popped the cork without the rushing overflow that movies told everyone happened.

It wasn't his first time opening a bottle like this.

Glass by glass, Raylan poured them both out a measure and stuck the bottle back into the ice bath before setting Malcolm's glass in front of him, sitting down himself with his own.

"We're still moving in together tomorrow, aren't we?" His smirk spread into an easier smile. "What kinda soup are we eating tonight?" he asked as he opened and started to dig into his own.