Raylan grinned and bounced his eyebrows at that as he picked up Willa's spoon and dipped into the peas. "Here to help," he declared before taking a bite himself and pulling a face.

"You'd love it. Tastes like nothing. Well, not nothing." Just not anything he deemed good. Another bite was scooped out and Raylan started trying to feed his daughter, eyes mostly busy with her though he glanced over at Malcolm's experimental bite.

"And what about your outlook on red beans and rice?"