Raylan got as far as 'it's already...' when Malcolm was practically jumping to his feet already, nodding at the question as it came, slipping past them towards the door, setting his scotch on the table as he passed.

He returned with the paper bags of food containers, setting them down to start fishing items out of them.

"What does she eat at this point?" Malcolm asked of Willa, not mentioning the cupboard full of baby food in the kitchen that he'd secured just in case.