Leaning over, Raylan pressed a kiss into Malcolm's hair and stood up, collecting his boots and Malcolm's shoes on the way and dropping them inside the terrace door. It only took him a minute or two to do what he'd said he was going to before he was padding, now barefoot, sans tie and shirt open and untucked, back out to join Malcolm and Willa.

"I hope you're okay with Mexican food. They don't really have soup, but they've got chips and I ordered some red beans on the side. It's basically thick soup." He sat down as he spoke, snatching Winona's beer for himself as he did so and reached over to boop Willa's nose, letting her grab and tug his finger afterwards.