Shifting a little, beer getting transferred into his off hand, Raylan put his other arm behind Malcolm's shoulders on the couch as he watched the interaction. Willa took the hand off well, only forcing out one half cried, half grunted note of protest as she arched but she got caught up in his face as he spoke to her, like little eyes do.

"Dr Seuss is probably the better place to start," Raylan said with a smile. "Let's leave the pirates and revenge for six years old."

In the back of his head, Raylan couldn't help but think about the Givens family feud and how revenge kind of haunted them all. But he wasn't going to let that stop him from enjoying this brief, perfect moment of peace.

"Cute little stinker, ain't she." Raylan looked out over their view and smiled a bit more broadly as he took another pull from his beer.

"You're right about the view," he said idly, softly. "How long do you get to stay for again?"