"Of course," Raylan echoed fondly, already too late to have stopped Malcolm from getting up in the first place. "Jesus, prewrapped and ringed and everything?" He couldn't help but chuckle as he tugged it free and unrolled it, picking the plastic out of his meal to place it on the side as Willa took to learning what happens when you bring a spoon bearing fist down onto a highchair top.

"Well no one can say you weren't productive. I take it you asked some questions?" He loved it. "How long did getting all this in take anyway? You looked.. very comfortable when we got in." In the best possible way though, of course.