Raylan watched him sidelong as he cut another bite, nodding softly. They had enough shit to worry about down here; neither of them needed Jessica coming down with her criticisms.

Even Raylan wasn't sure he could handle that gracefully with the stress of everything else.

"Good. I can't say I blame her, on the last part." But his feelings on Martin Whitly were already well clear.

"Will you be inviting Ainsley down at any point? Do I need to prep for that or are we keepin' everyone away until we're settled in Florida?"