"Beer. Definitely beer. But the corn will be plenty. Maybe a couple of dinner rolls too. They're always good to mop up some of the mess." Raylan wasn't going to limit his meal but he would shift things around to the cheapest option he could. He wasn't pressed for money, but he couldn't help old, common sense habits.

Waste for the sake of it was kind of disgusting.

They pulled into the grocery store and Raylan cut off the engine, sliding out to open the back door and get Willa out of her carseat, hefting her up onto his shoulder with a smile and a soft set of words to her before he lifted his eyes to find Malcolm. "Ready?"